Morning Bread

 While i'm making my morning bread

She walks in 

The breath of alchool

All over her - Nauseous! 

I keep making my morning bread,

While she starts yelling at me,

I do not fear her - I fooled myself, 

My morning bread was on the table, 

She faces me like a rage dog,

My body froze while she attacks me, 

I couldn't move...

My morning bread was still on the table when i felt her hands on my wrists, 

If only i did not get up to make my morning bread... 

#poem #mpdasilva