I roll over
clasping my hands over my ears
trying to block out all the sounds,
all the images:
books flying across the room
the blows on each other...
why's it so difficult
for me to ignore,
to stop these tears,
to muffle these screams?
in the morning
i flip my pillow over,
and fake a smile
for the next twelve hours.
and when i come back home?
back again to
rolling over,
wetting my pillow
with salty dewdrops,
gulping breaths of air,
trying to survive
through yet another day
of my life.
