This came to me in a flash, for some reason, probably because I was thinking lately about my childhood and my second step-father.
The prompt, by-the-by, was “Operation.”
Walking on Eggshells
Dodging direct answers
and trying not to ask
the wrong questions.
Trying to keep the
status quo
in place
as best one can
when a
rageaholic
resides
within.
Like playing a
life-sized
version
of
that children’s board game,
Operation,
but when the buzzer
sounds,
more
than eggs
are breaking.
