Ingrid hears
her mother's
cries and moans
in the night
flesh slamming
against flesh
she cringes
wondering
if she'll be
next in line
she is torn
by her fear
should she stay
just in case
her father
doesn't come
or should she
go and see
if her mum
is ok?
her room's dark
a slither
of light comes
from the moon
through curtains
a steam train
goes over
the steel bridge
just over
the roadway
she listens
for more moans
flesh on flesh
thump thump slap
she sits up
on the edge
of her bed
there are sounds
whimpering
then footsteps
in the hall
her father
shouting out
she cringes
she wishes
Benedict
was there now
she wishes
he could be
her young knight
in shining
armour on
his snow white
horse charger
but he's not
he's asleep
in a flat
down the stairs
she hears her
mother's moans
a door slams
then silence
she creeps back
into bed
carrying
Benedict
her young knight
in armour
in her head.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Ingrid hears
her mother's
cries and moans
in the night
flesh slamming
against flesh
she cringes
wondering
if she'll be
next in line
she is torn
by her fear
should she stay
just in case
her father
doesn't come
or should she
go and see
if her mum
is ok?
her room's dark
a slither
of light comes
from the moon
through curtains
a steam train
goes over
the steel bridge
just over
the roadway
she listens
for more moans
flesh on flesh
thump thump slap
she sits up
on the edge
of her bed
there are sounds
whimpering
then footsteps
in the hall
her father
shouting out
she cringes
she wishes
Benedict
was there now
she wishes
he could be
her young knight
in shining
armour on
his snow white
horse charger
but he's not
he's asleep
in a flat
down the stairs
she hears her
mother's moans
a door slams
then silence
she creeps back
into bed
carrying
Benedict
her young knight
in armour
in her head.
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