It begins
As flashes, seen
Through clear eyes
Later through pools of tears
I can only make out bits and pieces
The sounds
They seem to endlessly echo
In my mind
Bouncing from left to right
Front to back
Becoming louder with time
Glimpses of his hand
Swinging to and from
Up and contact
And back again
Hearing the landed punches
And living the pain
Shaking from the kicks
Swung, cracks heard
As cries flow free
The fall goes through tile
As I absorb the shock
Like a sponge
Then I remember
This is where I was told
I belong


Casandra O'Brien
 
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