ringing in her ears
a creak of hinges lets her know
that her fam'ly monster's near
carresses her arm,
thinks shes still abed
and she knows whats coming next.
stares at her firey head
a soft whispered voice
so unlike the rageful bark
he never gives her the choice
on what she knows is coming next.
rough hands on her pj straps
uncomprhensable words telling her
what it is her mother lacks
that makes him turn to her
bruised lips and arms and heart
and she knows whats coming next
dont dare to fall apart
while the pain once more returns
As he leaves he doesnt say a word
she hopes he feels remorse
at leaving her a broken bird
that always knows whats next.