Morning comes
the night's gone
Ingrid waits
and listens
there's music
her mother
is cooking
the breakfast
her father
is silent
or he's out
Ingrid heard
her mother's
moans last night
flesh on flesh
Ingrid gets
out of bed
and dresses
she hopes her
father's out
not sitting
in the lounge
in a mood
watching her
eating what
he tells her
is his food
or maybe
he'll bruise her
or hit her
as he does
her mother
as he did
in the night
she goes out
of her room
to the lounge
hoping she'll
be all right.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Morning comes
the night's gone
Ingrid waits
and listens
there's music
her mother
is cooking
the breakfast
her father
is silent
or he's out
Ingrid heard
her mother's
moans last night
flesh on flesh
Ingrid gets
out of bed
and dresses
she hopes her
father's out
not sitting
in the lounge
in a mood
watching her
eating what
he tells her
is his food
or maybe
he'll bruise her
or hit her
as he does
her mother
as he did
in the night
she goes out
of her room
to the lounge
hoping she'll
be all right.
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