There’s blood on her wrists as she screams
Feeling the weight of her anger
And the fear
Of never escaping her pain
There’s blood on his face as he cries
Falling first to the table
Then to the floor
As though the house could swallow him whole
There’s blood on her face as she tries
To hold him up as he falls
Trying to ignore
That he’s never cried this hard before
There’s blood on the floor as she scrubs
Trying to remove the stains
Of the night
Before she just sits, and stares in shock
The room is quiet
The house is quiet
The world feels empty
But for her screams
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