he sees his angry daughter,
i see a suppressed dragon who birthed another.
and fire drips from the wall,
thick oil,
burning down the whole house.
the colour paints my face in streaks of pain.
he talks a monologue,
i put the dishes away;
quickly, careful.
take his plate for it to rot in the sink,
for another woman to clean.
he snatches the soy sauce dish away from my
breaking fingers.
whatever he wants
is a command.
my eyes haze up,
and look up to his.
he has stitched spiders over his lenses.
my mouth blends with my skin,
sewn at the edges,
when his gapes like a black hole.