Staring at walls I think
A gruesome day when mom wailed,
Piercingly that deaf ears pained
Stabbing through my fragile heart,
How I remember his cold ashy hands
Bashing roughly on her smooth skin
How she let it all out, tired of protecting me.
I am the daughter who was protected from a monster.
This is when I sat between books and scribbled
For what eyes had seen, no heart had felt
I wrote my mother's sorrow and cried in vain
I teared my feathers page and never looked back
For I am the daughter who saw when souls were bashed
I who stood behind doors and drew pain
The walls that I longed to paint with thy blood that he never wiped
I drew the vivid picture of a coffin with a monster inside
A monster that painted walls with my mother's blood.