TV Static

Discarded cans
Overflowing garbage cans
High school football
Even though he dropped out
Sky High smoking
But then he turns and shouts
and when I get hit
I don't get any stitches
In fact I have to go back to the kitchen
I'm dismissive.
Stockholm Syndrome in my own home
Shattered Dreams, Broken Bones
Submerged in darkness all alone
He's Sitting on a couch with a slouch.
A Wifebeater wearing wifebeaters.
TV static and grease stains.
Curtains pulled and red veins
Vain attempts at breaking free
fearful that he will break me
And though I see
that our connection is fear not love
not a relationship  but slavery
I keep making him his turkey sandwich
which I do everyday
and turn the TV on everyday
fix the static everyday
but when I open my eyes to try to see the light of day
all I see is black.