Nature

Another day,
another lovely
fucking
lovely day.
 
Wait, no,
don't hear that.
Please don't  
hear that.
 
I scrub my dishes
harder.
No, no, no, no,
don't, don't, don't.
 
His hard loafers  
hit the stairs and he
sighs, I whimper
only a peep, just
a peep.
 
"Violet?"
It's not my name. But
I know from his tone being carried  
down the stairs, he's smiling.
My stillness incomprehensible
even to him.
He always sees,
I usually jump at any sound.
 
The stairs creak again and
I focus on something else entirely.
Oh,  what a lovely day, I think quietly,
trying to see outside through the  
boards.
 
It was so clear, and vivid this time.
The birds swarmed as ponds
in mid-air and hummed terribly
like bees.
He must have kicked me.