My First

by Charles Wilson   Jan 19, 2006


It came when I was about 3.
A drunk dad, coming from a party
last cigarette, smoked to it's filter
yelling and cussing
a mother driving, as calmly as possible
A smack toward her, all because he ran out of cigarettes.
Tears break out, a nose is broken
Louder screaming and cursing
the car pulled off the road, a door slams shut
he walks off, saying, fu** you, get the hell away
A friend, picks us up.
Takes us to my aunts house
scared as hell we hid
running across the street to inform
A grandmother
hiding in her basement, ready to call the police
I slowly dose off,
waking back up at, 5:00am
sneaking over to my house,
no one is home
sweet misery

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