H.I.M


His steal eyes

Iced over by the years

Permanent scowl gripping his aged face

Thick arms crossed over a puffed chest

His glare scaring a little girl to tears

His criticisms burning into her soul

His commands ripping her apart by limbs

She cowers under the bed for hours

Trembling like miniature earthquakes

His voice striking like a venomous viper

She pleads “Mommy, please come home”

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