Guerrilla Flames

“You're not doing well”, he yells
His guerrilla fist tightly gripping my throat
An odd phrase to depart from his lips
When his face is the shade of a flam-engulfed body
Hit me once dad
Just hit me one time
So I don’t have to stand here wondering if you ever will.
“Don’t lie to me girl”, he yells
Don’t say you did your best when you know I hate liars.
But I’m not lying, it’s just your burning body makes me wonder
Am I really the liar you claim me to be?
Break something soon dad
Break something real soon
Just to get the full effect and teach me a lesson.
Is it worth it, I wonder?
His fist hits the table
Is it worth it to fight back, to show him what it’s like?
To be on the ground staring up,
Into the eyes of a burning man above you.
Don’t run now, love
Don’t run from him now
Some day the wind will blow and the ashes will scatter
And be forever hopeful that you are not one in the same.