LOCKED UP FINAL DRAFT
Angry, vicious stomps mimicking a band's percussion section.
His balled-up fist beating against the wall.
His roaring voice filling the house as it if was a trumpet wailing.
My body and brain start to lock up.
My mind involuntary transform into a track race.
And my thoughts become auto-racers zipping around my it.
'Did I forget to lock the door? I was in a hurry I didn't mean to!'
'He noticed I took change from out of the couch, didn't he?'
'Did he had a bad day at work and want to take it out on me?'
'What did I do wrong again? '
'Please! Just tell me and I won't do it ever again!'
'I hope he doesn't hurt me again…'
The brutal stomps against the stairs grow louder and louder.
His paralyzing screams grow bolder and bolder.
He hits each syllable of my name with aggression.
I lock up again, a common occurrence.
My muscles disobeying my commands to move.
My breath abnormally rapid, copying the speed of my thoughts.
'I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!'
'Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!'
'It won't happen again! It won't happen again! It won't happen again!'
Panic. Fear. Anxiety.
I know what's coming next.
I so used to this now, and yet,
There's nothing I can do about it.
My body reminds in this locked up state
As he confronts me once more…