Looming

Back in that old kitchen, counting the tiles on the floor.

The sides of your ribcage ache; but all you can do is just stand there, shaking.

Clenching your jaw so hard, it feels as though your molars could crack at any second.

Wondering to yourself, how much breath does he has left? Even from across the room, you can smell the boos wafting at your face.

You Acknowledge the unseen presence looming around the room; part of you wants to say it's God, but you also know that you only began to feel that presence when he opened his mouth. 

Who provoked him this time? You can't even recall, it's been a rough couple hours at this point.

You don't know how much longer this will be going on, but one thing you do know now is that if there is a God out there, 

he's not looking out for you.