Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #133
She Smashed A Glass
by Belinda Roddie
She smashed a glass over my head and dragged
me to the living room, my throat gone dry
from screaming so loudly. My pant leg snagged
against the carpet as I tried to pry
my foot away from her grip. This was not
a temper tantrum by my niece - no, this
was a full-out breakdown, a raging hot
explosion of her mind. Not simply pissed
off, the girl was a whirlwind of fury,
but furious at what, I could not say.
My husband saved my life just before she
got a hold of the poker, dusted gray,
from the mantel, and I sobbed in despair
as she fled, pulling shards out of my hair.
by Belinda Roddie
She smashed a glass over my head and dragged
me to the living room, my throat gone dry
from screaming so loudly. My pant leg snagged
against the carpet as I tried to pry
my foot away from her grip. This was not
a temper tantrum by my niece - no, this
was a full-out breakdown, a raging hot
explosion of her mind. Not simply pissed
off, the girl was a whirlwind of fury,
but furious at what, I could not say.
My husband saved my life just before she
got a hold of the poker, dusted gray,
from the mantel, and I sobbed in despair
as she fled, pulling shards out of my hair.
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