The bass beats pump through the air,
sending hearts a little higher...

She pulls off her shirt,
forgetting to look for the bruises...

Rainy days and car trips.
Drops on the window...

Burn.
Let the fire in her eyes burn...

Tell me.
Does he stare...

A girl.
Barely eighteen...

Laying in the dark,
hearing my heart beat...

Eyes smiling,
lips laughing...

Snap.
Another memory...

His body.
His face...

Walking.
Talking...

My father is mad,
screaming...