My Birthday Massacre

SIX O'CLOCK ROLLS AROUND.....
A MASSACRED AIR....... QUIET....NO SOUND...
HIDING IN THE CLOSET I PRAY....
WALKING IN.... HE WANTS TO PLAY.

RIPS THE CLOSET OPEN... WITH A LOUD CRASH!
FEARFULLY.... AWAY I TRIED TO DASH!
YET....GRABBING ME FROM THE HAIR...
HE CUTS ME UP WITH DAWDLING CARE

BLOOD DRIPPING FROM ARMS TO HEAD...
MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS....FULL OF DREAD.
SCREAMS REVERBERATING..... YET UNHEARD
SOUNDS TO HIM....... SINGING OF A BIRD...
....MASSACRED ALONE..... ON MY OWN BIRTHDAY.....