A Poem for the Judged

oh no

The shower water turns off

oh no

Father has finished his shower

oh no

I hear him as he dries off with his towel

oh no

I hear him as he slips into his clothes

oh no

He tries to open my door, but it's locked

oh no

He bangs repeatedly then stops

oh no

My door breaks open as he wields a metal rod

oh no

He walks closer to me with a deep glare on his face

oh no

My daily beating has arrived

oh no