Relax

Clench your fist
Curl your toes
Squint your eyes
Crinkle your nose
You feel like you're on fire
Your body begins to burn
Your eyes begin to water
It is now your turn
Step under the water
Feel it trickle down your neck
Relax...
You're okay.
You try to talk yourself out of screaming to the top of your lungs
but you're not convincing enough
The sound escapes your parted lips
Loud enough to knock planes out of the sky
"Quiet! You'll wake your father."
He'll be angry
You know what it's like when he's angry
Relax...
His anger burns more than the fire
Grab the soap, let it sting the open wounds
Created by his powerful swing
Mom Help!
Hush Child. You'll only make him more angry
Relax...
Spray the perfume, too old for your young manor
He likes it
It burns your throat when you inhale it
So you try not to
You breathe through your mouth
and bare the taste of the Fresh Fantasy
Put on the gown that was bought the night before-
Just for this occasion
He wants you to feel special
Too bad you don't
You know what happens next
It's happened before
Exit the bathroom and close the bedroom door
Say a quick prayer and glare at your mother-
The one who lets this happen
Relax. Relax. Relax...