#smellslikeangst

I imagine a full blown fight.

Hand gesticulations

And wild snarls.

You with your 4 inches looking down on her.

YOU are the head if this household.

YOU hold the reins.

"ALRIGHT!" is the only real yell I've heard.

Yet I would imagine that you've been saying worse things than you yell.

Your bark is worse than your bite.

And after that,

After you scare my mother

Disown my brother

Malign my sister

You touch me with your angry hands

Draining love into me after I pull away.

You want to be the father you never had

But I just want to escape.

I almost want you to scream at me.

I want a reason to leave.

I want your cold religion banished.

I want my beliefs proven.

The afterbirth of your wrath is always so sad.

You apologize with your hands

But your apologies nauseate me.

Sometimes your anger comes through hard eyes and assured arguments.

You scold me for nothing I did

and remain oblivious to the rebellions I conspire.

  You've lost all your eyelashes.

Those soft protectors have fallen out and now your eyes are wet stones looking down. Their blue fades like a cloudless day with an anticlimactic end.

The skin around your nose is angry, as if to warn off potential kisses.

And the teeth in your mouth grow further apart like the spaces between love and me.

I can't help but grow cold when your skin is so impenetrable, your ideas so infallible, and your shoes so practical. If one shoe differs, then both must be thrown out.