by: Aloma Lail
The scream inside, you can not hear
Is a deafening sound within her ears.
She cannot hear the world around
Her pain and fear are the only sounds.
You cannot see behind her eyes
They’re are filled with tears as the child cries.
The wounds are deep and cannot heal
Until they’re opened then she will feel,
The pain she could not feel before
As the blood flows warm behind the door.
No one knows and no one sees
Behind her door down on her knees,
The tears, the blood that mingle there
Get up, wash up and brush your hair.
His heart is ranker, evil, and greed.
The wicked seed that demand she bleed.