The Music Box

must of been a bad day at work she thinks to herself as a angry hand cascades across her face not know why this time as a hand strikes again she fall in to four walls she is safe the body bleeds and swells as the hand hit's again she becomes limp she is awake but broken and the pieces no long spreed with a smile on his face he see there no more to get as one last time tonight a hand bludgeons her face he walks to the dresser whistling with a light hearted grin he picks up a box as it flies through the air that birthday flashes thought her mind it hit the wall and brakes in to a thousand pieces he smile an evil smile at her he know he got what he wants with a hop and a whistle he walks out of the room closing the door behind him she crawls along the floor picks up the balarina and cries