The Drunkard

I hope it’s not him,
The one who keeps drinking gin.
As the bell rang, I said, “who’s there?”
He barked, “Open the door! I’m here.”
My hands started shaking,
And my head started aching.
But still I managed to open the door.
He kicked the door close,
And instantly his voice rose.
“What took you so long?” his nerves were throbbing..
“I was making dinner for you.” I started sobbing.
He pushed me aside,
He went inside.
And as he pulled from the loop his belt..
Everything stopped inside me, I felt.

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