I can’t remember why I started
Trusting him again.
Maybe it’s because he stopped
Yelling.
Kept drinking, but stopped
Yelling.
I guess I went back to forgetting.
Made too many jokes to
The point it wasn’t actually
Real anymore.
Ha, maybe therapy worked.
It could have been the fact
That we started feeling like
A real family for a moment.
It was a nice moment.
But I was waiting.
I knew it was coming.
Knew there would be a day
Where he would snap like a twig.
It only took a second to become
Explosive. Words like shrapnel
Piercing my heart just like how
It was before.
Only this time, fists didn’t go flying.
I expected them to. But he didn’t.
I thought there was going to be a
Fresh hole in my bedroom wall or
The car would’ve been totaled on
The ride home.
He was angry and I was scared.
Like nothing had changed.
The wolf and the rabbit.