Treasure Island

Dan Brown

(20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)

The Third Of December


Screaming.
Shouting.
Swearing.
An air of hysteria.
I hear a crash.
I curl up in bed,
ever the frightened
Child,
as I go downstairs the
Man.
A phone call, and lights flash in the
Dark.
Illuminating the goldfish bowl.
He’s gone.
I take
Charge.
Holding her off.
Talking calmly.
It’s over now.
It’s over now.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 04, 2006

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