No Words
Splattered blood all on the walls, laughing as she tries to crawl. Crawl away from the terror, as I say it'll all be better.
Better after you cry some more, better once your bruised and sore.
She begs and pleads for her life, he doesn't care that she's his wife.
The kids come home and ask "wheres mommy? They find a letter saying "daddy got me" They run and hide to try and get away but daddy already saw them too little, too late.
You hear the screams in silence, oure bliss like the devil is singing a song, a song for the dammed, broken, and the wrong.
There are no words.
Copyright © Hannah Bruce | Year Posted 2018
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