Wound up from the sound of my wounds
It seems my seams are splitting with the
spiting, hitting, biting fighting
When does it end, I’m a child
Haunted while you nonchalantly hiss go to your room
That’s no escape, that’s no better
The yelling only gets louder
Smothering or indifferent your behavior indecent
Let’s applaud your mothering
As I hold back my groans to be grown, in silence I weep
I plead for the sun to bow its head and allow darkness to escape the sky
No dinner served, no scripted lullaby
The moon’s strand of light signals to me it’s time to go to bed
I grab my favorite barbie, slip under my blanket, put a pillow over my head
To drown the dread and dry my tears for so many years this is how I spend my nights
Comfort from my dolls and books is all I know for sure.
Already tethered to your lies, I’m only 5,
Tell us one more time it won’t happen again
As cruel to me as you are to him
This is when
I first begin
to think I never want to wake.
