Between Silences

Between silences

Between silences — I covered my ears mentally from your verbal onslaught.  My hands in lap secretly stuck one finger up at your accusations.  While you spluttered and splattered repellent globules on my face.

Between silences — no defence, you were the leader, the one to point me in the right direction, the deity to revere and aim to be a carbon copy of.  

You raged at my shortcomings, never acknowledged my merits while you sprayed venom in my face.

In the silence of my room — I smirked at your attempts to mould me into you.  The poison you spat at me, washed down into the gutter you thought I would end up in. 

I swore one day to smite you down with words and actions you would have never considered. 

I fumed within at the injustice of my circumstances.  The dampness on my face now teardrops of rage and humiliation.

Today in the silence of my thoughts —  I recall the arrogant bully who lavished more love on an orange, dribbled-on moustache than on his child. 

As I watch that oblong chestnut box head towards the infernal flames, No grief, only acquittal  — no more dreaded ‘between silences with spit on face.’

© June Sciortino  20/10/12