The Fight

You hide in the closet, holding your rosy knees tight,
Shaken by daddy’s words, afraid of the light.
Tears flow down your precious dimpled cheeks,
Afraid to move, to speak, you’re weak.
You feel like that doggy outside, that poor stray,
And think of the police lady who visited school today.
Daddy’s out there, hearing your tears,
As something tells you, “beware of your fears”.
You promise to your nugget that you’ll never forget this night,
The night of the big, gigantic fun-fight.
You clench your eyes shut, so very afraid
Daddy’s face scares you and you are ashamed.
You watch through the crack in the door as he walks away
You’re innocent dreams are now haunted by this day.
You hear daddy comforting your baby brother’s cries
Daddy’s a killer in disguise; Daddy’s a killer in disguise.
Then, there’s mommy! running out the door
Daddy calls her a bad word, something like a ‘whore’.
“Mommy!” you yell as you expose yourself and run
But here comes daddy, drunk off his rum.
In the foyer daddy pushes you to the cold, stone floor
This breaks your darling little heart even more.
You start to cry, what will you do?
Mommy’s gone, and you want to go too.
Daddy kneels down and stares you in the eye
Then he laughs and slaps your silly eyes dry.
But here comes mommy! Grabbing you and her son
And then, like a superhero, out the door with you she runs.
Mommy sets you in the backseat, looking around rapidly
And buckles in your baby brother in his car seat quickly.
She kisses your heads, and slams the door tight
Who knows where you’re going to spend the night.
Then as you start to pull away, daddy jumps on the car,
Mommy shrieks, speeds up, stops abrubtly; he lands on the tar.
You huddle to your brother as mommy speeds you away
And you pray to God to help you, right now, today.
You watch with wide eyes as mommy pulls into the station
And takes you and your brother with her, to tell the police what happened.
It’s the lady from the assembly, you discover with delight,
And she listens to every word mommy says of the fight.

The Fight

Raechel deMink

Joined January 2008

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Artist's Description

I wrote this on a family vacation in Denver, Colorado. It was during my angsty year of thirteen, and I was really lonely and angry, which inspired the mood for this piece.

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