Why I Went Back

Ask why I went back 
Frown while prodding fresh bruises 
Doubt my drunk doorknob 
Judgement gavels land heavy 
Crushing not the abuser 

Count how many steps 
Call into question my tale 
Push me to answer 
Testimony only counts 
When concussed and still bleeding 

Raise a keen eyebrow 
Sharpen it like cutlery 
Press it to my palm 
Sympathy dies with each call 
Shredded by inconvenience 

Blame my attitude 
Tell me not to provoke rage 
Wince when I explode 
A silenced muzzle brings peace 
Ending domestic disputes 

Say it's such a shame 
Clean up my mess one last time 
Ask why I went back 
Go wheel away the body 
Ignoring my children's eyes.

-Charles Michael Averin