Quiet

I hear my mother cry.

I hear my father scream.

I hear them argue at night.

I hear glass shattering.

I hear my father's fist find her face.

I hear her thrown into a wall.

I hear her beg forgiveness and she did nothing.

I hear a gunshot, and he falls.

Now I beg forgiveness, and put the gun to my temple-

At last, the delicious sound of silence.