when it happened
i was twelve
the fist came quick
and sent me over
the kitchen chair
for spilling juice
on a friend
he might have to pay
for a new shirt
for the kid
his eyes were
dangerous and
bloodshot and drunk
he grabbed me by
my hair and dragged
me through the house
into my bedroom
and threw me against
the wall
it was my sister's
fourth birthday party
i celebrated his hate
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