Wallows
Forgetful baby
Wallows in the night
Screaming out
With dry eyes.
Bruised up child
Cleaning up her sorrows
Before morning comes and questions are asked
Baby girl forced to give in
Teething on her bed sheets
Scratched her thighs
With greasy nails
Water droplets cold on her forhead drowning in the tub thats meant to cleanse
In a room filled with the scent of bile, liquor, and shampoo.
Its over.
Its quiet.
For tonight at least.
Copyright © Lillian Storer | Year Posted 2020
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