Behind Closed Doors

With the hint of alcohol on his breath,
he had given into his addiction.
Like a police officer, he barged in the door-
he had an arrest warrant.
She had woken from a nightmare
into the worst of nightmares.
She curled herself into a ball
as to make the impact less devastating.
But this time his hand was soft.
The bed was designed for two
and that could have been his excuse.
He laid his head on her shoulder
and felt her curves resemble the waves.
"I hate you when you're mean."
The words of a monster.
"Am I allowed to?"
The temptations of the devil.
"I can get mad and make you."
His expressions of true alcohol.
Words flew out of him like lava,
for indeed he had erupted.
She listened and fell to his every command,
the river of tears held back by the subtle promise
that this will all come to pass.
His type A personality dominated the atmosphere
even as he drifted in and out of consciousness.
And all she could bear to utter was
"Please no Daddy…"