My Mom

Enraged about something

Or other

Unable to express

Herself in ways other than shouts

Anger takes over the

Round, florid face

That looms

Over me with eyes of hardening steel

Reminds me of my faults

And I try to escape

Her wrath

Is filling the room
Suffocating
And inexplicable

It’s almost like she

Hungers for

These moments of fury