Night of the Stormy Escape

My mother drives us in the severe and stormy night.
Our destination is unknown but I could care less.
Flashes of my father’s wrath bring tears to my eyes.
His drunken fury turned him into a killer’s feature.
Beating on my mother and I, trying to end our cries.

Our last storm begins at this brief moment,
As we try to succeed our first unexpected escape.
The blare thunder beats as loud and vibrant,
But not as fast as my broken and used heart.
Maybe now I will be free from my father’s torment.

The dark sky lights up after every loud roar,
Tempting to scare our thoughts each moment.
The rain pounds my ears wanting to belong.
The pattern of the brutal rain hits the glass.
Still too harshly, it tries to match the radio’s song.

I hear the rain stream down from the sky.
The water blurs the window shield as I peek.
The wind blowing is fierce and inhumane.
I can feel the pressure rise,
While it tries to direct the misleading rain.

Bu the harder the wind’s rage corrupts
Everything in its path and our minds,
The more the rain seems like knives as sheers,
Stabbing and tearing at your skin,
Instead of those soft raindrops relaxing your tears.

My mother swerves from left to right,
Trying to avoid the debris in the puddled road.
I didn’t even notice how fast she was going,
Until a sharp curve neared and she didn’t brake.
We both are so scared that it is showing.

Purposely, she exceeds gas and we run off the road.
My stomach is in knots of dangled fear.
The car just keeps going down in the eerie dark.
The short moment it seemed as if we were flying.
Nothing but the cold atmosphere is beneath the car.

I tremble, scared and so terrified.
I am drenched in pain and fear,
Knowing this escape has ended tragically.
Only yesterday, I remember wishing
I wanted to disappear magically.

The odd feeling ends and we crash onto the ground.
My body aches and my mother is nowhere in sight.
I taste the blood and the crimson tries to blind me.
Squinting forward, I see my mother’s crushed hand.
My breathing is faint and I, too, become weak.

I place my hand gently over hers, ignoring my pain.
My eyes closed for one final time,
And we both died hand in hand.
A wonderful moment to realize,
We will never return to his harm again.

*This isn't true...although the basis is.*