Escapist

Down I look as he yells over me, with beer on his breath.

Into the floor I will myself, to be small, silent, unseen.

Still his attack continues so I focus on my emotions

Turn them each off like a light switch, least his anger get worse.

Right now, I feel nothing. I'm numb. I'll go somewhere else,

Acquire sanctuary in my mind within a world of vibrant fantasy

Curated just for my desperate heart. Told as a book in my head

Till he stops because I do not cry, anger, protest, or anything really.

I simply stare at the floor, then at him, my eyes void of humanity.

Once it subsides, I will stay lost inside myself to a story that I take to page.

Nights stretch on after his outbursts as my pen finds paper and I pretend I'm not here.