Breakwater

Sitting on the bottom step
Waiting for your beating.
You don’t have anywhere to hide
Or option of retreating.

He crashes up against the door
Roaring: “let me in!”
When a drop of water hits your nose
And trickles down your chin.

You rush upstairs and drain the bath
Where your children played.
Whose screams of mirth buoyed you soul
Against the ones that weighed.

You tucked us in then went to sit
And save us from the waves.
Soaking up the pounding fists
To which you are enslaved .

You were so distracted and
Didn’t pull the plug
Or notice that the tap was running
Which made the bathroom flood.

And now he swirls behind the glass
Foaming white with rage.
The door bursts open. It’s over fast.
He headbutts you in the face.

Your skull cracks. Your skin splits.
Blood floods across the floor.
You did your job to shield us from.
The tempest at our shore.

Peeking from my bedroom door,
Too terrified to move,
I long to join you on the floor
And shower you with love.

I’m sorry I turned the tap back on.
I’m sorry that you’re bleeding.
I was having so much fun.
Now daddy thinks your cheating.

James Craig Eames

 

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Mother-in-law

His mother shared her secrets for your safety,
Knowing well what men can do when drunk.
And though she never called her boy a rapist,
She guessed how far her son may well have sunk.
Seeing eyes black underneath the powder,
Knowing you hadn’t walked into a door,
Using the same excuse when she was younger,
The first time she was knocked onto the floor,
She taught you how to sing her son to sleep
Like Cerberus who could not fight a song.
And when you had the beast charmed off its feet
You always felt so powerful and strong.
And yet success was dealt out by the Fates
And you have many scars upon your face.

James Craig Eames

 

Copyright

© James Craig Eames and jamescraigeames.wordpress.com, 2018. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to James Craig Eames and jamescraigeames.wordpress.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.