Poetry: “In Her Arms”
Art by Jin-ah Kim, 19
In her arms
The room was charcoal
no light shone through the slit under the door.
The clock's face read 11:11.
All was quiet and serene,
until they started.
I could hear them— the voices—through the layers of our house;
through plaster and wood, walls and doors.
The floor felt like ice on my tiny toes
as I slipped down the hall
to the door muffled with words.
"You NEVER spend time with me!
'I've got basketball, Glee
I was working, Glee
I forgot, Glee.'
Am I even important to you at all?"
followed by a heavy sigh.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing!" she snapped as she fled to the door.
"Just get on with your happy life."
The floorboards screamed a silent warning to me.
I didn't move fast enough though,
and they saw
choking on tears and thoughts of divorce.
Bending, she picked me up, and turned us to leave,
and his arm reached to stop us.
"We'll talk about this later."
Bowing her head, she acknowledged his authority—
And in her arms we were both helpless,
and I hated it.
Who could ever love
I remember the fight
as clear as shattered glass.
She was gone
I was the only one
The emptiness filled me with longing
and with dread.
He had come at me
like a charging rhino.
I couldn't stop.
"You don't realize that you're just like
will ever want you!"
The words were a slap in the face,
the fingers left a memory, an imprint
of how he truly felt about her.
Ever so softly I had whispered,
"But she's still here."
I didn't have to say who—
who I meant.
As if possessed, he whipped around and gasped,
"You don't know what I've been through."
I did though.
She loved him with
her heart with
Shaking his head angrily he vowed that
I was her.
No one could ever love a shrew,
for that was what I was.
I remember—Do you?
I don’t go a second in the day
without thinking about
how I am like
How he loathes me,
and how he doesn’t
love her like he should.
I don’t ever forget the words
he said to me,
into the inside of my mind.
I won’t forget the secret he told me.
that I couldn’t tell her,
and that I couldn’t tell mom anything
we talked about.
I remember the tears
that stained my
cheeks every time
Every time you said
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