She is I . . .

January 30, 2012
She lays there with child

eyes filled with fear.

Glass shattered on the carpet floor

while she shivers in tears;

Pounding and cracking -

her heart smashed to pieces;

a punch from father dear.

Screams echo like a dream,

cries and begging seem to be the only

thing she lives to hear. Her quivering eyes beam

with hatred as he stumbles toward her slowly,

grabbing mamma's shirt by the seam

and ripping it. There are colored bruises

from the top to the tip of her feet.

A beer can at her face as he runs off into the

streets. Wails from her mouth rack their way

through her teeth. Questions start to fill her small



But there is no time to ask why

since numbness encircles her body and whisks her away.

Feelings are dead and just unanswered questions

go 'round in her head.

And now it's time for bed.

She closes her burning eyes

to only know she can tell herself lies

to only know that for now,

it's good-bye.

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