*I’m excited to announce this poem has just been published for the first time at Pyrokinection*
A shrill yap, cut short; a thud
reverberates from car wheel
to the padlocked room at his core
where once he cowered from the beating
of his childhood heart, as shadows raged outside.
Now a father’s blows are replaced by blood,
pounding a drum in his ears; a mother’s wails
replaced by a dog’s dying yowls.
Howls turn to pants,
turn to silence
and he finds himself driving–
one more mangled wreck
First published at Pyrokinection, June 2016.