The Spoon Poem by Bambie Martucci

First came his fist
The plastic orange race track
You remember those
He was never afraid
Kicking me down the flight of stairs
That was my dungeon
Can you feel my pain
The spoon
So big so hard so deadly
I knew it was coming
He took it off the wall
I thought to myself
This cannot be happenig to me
But over the back
I felt an excruciating pain
He pulled back and delivered another blow
I fell to my knees
I saw stars
I knew it was bad
I thought you have to get through this
But can I handle this
Could you
He was'nt done I knew it
Now I sit and wait
When will the next his come