Mother

I watch my mother
as she moves towards the bottle.
Her eyes closed
as the alcohol puts her in a high.
She tilts forward loosing her balance for a second.
Her bloodshot eyes,
open; she stares at me
and my body goes numb
she walks towards me.
My tiny ten-year old hands
cupping my cold ears
While her screams echo down the street
She looses her voice
And then begins to shake.
Another shot, and she's knocked out.
At least now I'll be able to
Finish playing with Barbie and Ken.

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

wow... very intense write! Great job! such a tragic situation to be placed in... But it makes you who you are as a person.... Great write!