Glass over the granite floor
Blood running down my mother’s face. Sister crying.
Myself on the side of the devil.
Alcohol in the mix. I get taken up.
I fight for my life. I scream however loud my small voice can take.
I crawl to my mistreated mother
Legs bleeding. Mother yelling.
I get picked up by my mother.
The devil trying to capture us but we are not his pets.