Nothing Was Wrong
By Anonymous
Glass shattered on the floor.
Mom’s eyes closed tightly. Dad was coming.
I was there, I saw it all.
Knob Creek leaked from his lips.
His eyes nailed her forcefully in the gut.
Mom stood there waiting, waiting for his deliberate disapproval.
He traced her body with his halfway eyes.
His boots dragged on the uneven floor as he left
His Mark.
He turned and said,
“What’s for dinner?”
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