Dad ranting politics, as always,
but something felt off, amiss.
The atmosphere was heavy as he said watch this.
He came clutching his gun, his forty five.
Mom I screamed as I ran through the house,
leaping over the chairs and over the couch.
Just as I told her a shot rang out.
Jesus Christ she screams and I run.
He was still there, aiming in the pool, just shooting for fun.
The tears fall hot as I rush back in.
clenching the wood of my bed,
the fear and relief bursting through my head.
They tear me away, the wood creaking in my grip, and hold me
whispering that it's alright, it's okay,
but I'll never forget this day.