Hush and hear those drunken footsteps
the floorboards creaking,
just ever so slightly louder,
just ever so slightly closer,
the door handle shakened then turned
I too am shaken,
I too will be turned into something a lot more futile than before.
Here he comes,
the man with the leather belt
the man this morning was grateful for my tea,
but I spilt the milk
he deems me spoilt.
I am scared to try carrot cake,
how can one put so much trust into a vegetable.
How can you have so much expectation off a foul dinner.
I am the carrot and do not expect a lot from me.
Crack goes the belt.
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