christmas 1971
By benafim
Christmas Eve 1971 Raised, angry voices forbidden words spat out between hateful lips, words picked up by a frightened child, in his dark bedroom and remembered more clearly than a lullaby A slap than singed his ears, his new uncle, had hit mother hard across her face. The boy burrowed his head into the cool pillow feeling weak and useless, yet planning his revenge for when he grew up. He thought of drowning himself then they would all feel sorry, his mother would cry, but the thought of that made him cry too, beside he couldn’t swim and the sea was dark and winter cold. Christmas Eve, in the flat below the radio played a tune about a red-nosed reindeer. Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 07:31 PM PST 0 • 1
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