i feel stupid for even writing this tbh

i dread the sound of my father’s footsteps

hearing the cadence of his steady stride

down the stairs

down the hallway

trampling the hopes of my inner child

i dread the sound of my father’s footsteps

the horrible way in which my heartbeat quickens

my palms sweat

my eyes shut

praying his pace doesn’t waver as he passes my door

i dread the sound of my father’s footsteps

always heading towards conflict

my mother cries

his strike reverberates

i don’t know wether to run or fight