Wake up to the skin on her face stiff from her past tears
All she saw was the black and blue sign of pain on her arms. Her mind racing through last nights memories and fears.The childrens screams ringing in her ears.
A quiet melody playing as she walks on broken glass.
The heavy scent of his drunkedness hang in the air.Her mind relives every detail of the unwanted scenes.
Her worst pain is the expectancy of it all exactly one week from yesterdays disaster. It is all so close , her face damp from fresh tears. The voice she lives for calls for her in the other room. So wiped away are the tears of one of loves victoms resting on her cheek, for today is about the child calling for her help.
