Thursday, August 19, 2021

Mom's Scars

panicked screaming, 
heavy thumps followed by glass shattered 
a neighbor called it in

the police came faster than before

and dragged her raging from the house

heels through the jagged shards of broken ashtray 
onto the porch in smears of blood

I didn’t call them I swear to god


they handcuffed the man’s bruised fists behind him

he didn't resist

you bitch, you fucking bitch

drunken, red eyes rolling,

a running gash along the forearm

from a suicide threat


three children

two girls holding hands with a boy of five

emerged behind the rest

and stood crying together on the 

yellowed lawn


but the police said the woman was hysterical

shut the fuck up you stupid bitch

slammed her head in the cruiser door


the children saw her finally relent

from the eyebrow gash

a cascade of red painting the eye shut

an officer led her to the grass where her children hugged her and cried

and the police took their father away


so there was peace

for those two days

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