Him Again
He's drunk again tonight. The house is quiet and dark. He comes into my room, Because he knows I'll be awake. He says he just wants to play a game, But he's not looking at the X-Box. The look he's giving me chills me, And I can't move; my feet are frozen. He is bigger than me, much bigger, And I'm afraid of what I know is coming. He pushes me down onto my bed, And I shrink away from his touch. He leans over me, his face so close to mine. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I