Open the door, walk inside
Robotically asked, “How are you?â€
Soft grumble in reply
Nod in conception
I said something wrong
Awkward silence penetrates the air
Rotting, morbid stench
Shouts cascade the room
Squeeze my eyes shut, it will stop
Volume increased
Tempers flare
Loose my nerve
My voice erupts, an angry volcano
Defend myself against accusation
I conjure hot tears in return
Stagger up the stairs
Into my room
Bed looking wonderfully understanding
Pillow soaked
Breath ragged
Chest heaving
A dreadful knock on the door
Sunken heart
Tired bones
It’s over.
