This is My Fault

Standing in my PJs
Framed by the doorway
The memory unfolds

Her head hangs
Over the cellar stairs
Her face contorted

Over her stands
The wifebeater
One fist raised
The other clenching
Her shirt

Turns his head
To me

My arms convulse
My face contorts
The tears they course

This is my
Fault

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