Are you so weak
bitch
you pump yourself up with a backhand on his
face
inflate your ego as you twist his little
arm
squeeze it till his eyes get wet
and his face turns red?
Can you be proud
you shit
of sneaking him off to the dark places
smacking his legs with your fat flat palm
finding a way to obscure your pain
behind his blacks and blues?
Do you feel shame
cunt
when you slide his little hand in yours
smile at his puffy, scared face
tell him to come along with you
like a good boy?
Wasn’t he a good boy?
-Nicola Barber