with an attack of words and a clenched fist my father berrates my sister. for not holding her breath. i love this family. i really cannot wait for the beach. to get away from all of this bullshit. to play a song on the gazebo and have a week long sleepover with my best friend. but right now, im stuck between my sisters shrill scream and my dads iron fist. _____________________________________ So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield. And is that what you call tact? You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. So let's end this call, and end this conversation. and is that what you call a getaway? well tell me what you got away with. cause you left the frays from the ties you severed