A cigarette dangled from his lips
as he entered the room.
His brooding scowl
scared her into immediate silence.
She knew tip-toeing carefully
around his mood
was the least perilous path.
Must try avoiding the virulent violence
hovering on the horizon.
Anything,
any minuscule misstep
would be a mistake.
She stared at her feet.
Quietly waiting.
He slapped her.
She smacked the floor,
and he straddled her prone body,
smirked and ground his cigarette
into her swelling cheek.
Her scream softened
into a whimper.
She wiped away the blistering ash.
Sandra Nelms-Ludwig

4/6/2026
The Words That Got to Me
A powerful and deeply affecting poem. Your characterisation of the man worked well- brooding scowl; straddled her prone body; smirked. The alliteration worked well: ‘perilous path’, ‘virulent violence’ and ‘minuscule misstep’ in particular.
Suggestions / Possible Tweaks
‘He slapped her with meeting the floor force’ didn’t quite make sense to me. Perhaps ‘He slapped her and she met the floor with full force’ would work better?
What a dreadful scene to witness, let alone as a vulnerable 12 year old. You brought out the horror and cruelty of the scene well here. Sadly, such misogynistic cruelty is still heard of every day.