Echoes of chaos

I lay still in my bed,

I hear my heart beat

Feel it's flutter in my throat,

I wait in the dark,

in silence

for the next round.

I hear his voice,

his hateful words,

her over dramatic cries,

it escalates,

the sound of cracked wood,

echoes in my mind.

The slamming doors,

The cries.

It goes on all night

In the silence

I wait

for the next round.

master of eavesdropping,

they make me sick,

so dysfunctional,

broken.

Silence is never silent,

it always has a sound.

I wasn't there

Not me.

I own memories

Of

Another time

Another place.

A little girl

Not me

This woman

Has a voice.