Dad

Anger,
Cigarette burns,
Fists,
And Vodka.
Those were the days of my childhood.
I hate you.
The only apology I ever got was the one following a punch to the stomach.
He would hug me and we would go play outside.
Then he would go inside for another drink.
Yell,
Smack,
Silence,
Apology,
Acceptance.
Repeat.
Those were the days of my childhood.