early morning silence

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.