I have no place of peace anymore. Even walking the dog outside, he follows me around breading me with insults.
I speak out if turn to warn him about the sand spurs.
It only causes an uproar.
How dare I interrupt him
So foolish of me to speak over the lord
I flinch as he raises his hand
How dramatic of me
I am careful not to speak again
Careful not to crack my lip again
Hopefully no bruises on my face begin to show
Then I won’t be allowed outside anymore.











