“Mom?” I’d whisper in the darkness
I knew she could sense me
She protected me like a harness.
“Please” I’d beg and cry
My mother was strong, that was fact
I knew we wouldn’t die
But it was often hard to tell, with daddy on the attack.
“No” I felt like screaming, whimpering
through my tears
Slamming myself into my cage, her body
I wanted to be burn but daddy
I knew he wouldn’t have me;
I could tell from the very start.
He would constantly tell my mother
“Lets go and rip this one apart.”
She would scream “no” and he would tell her “yes”
And my mother’s face would be in the windshield,
breaking the glass.
He wanted me dead and
Now I’m alive instead
and I knew
One day he’d beat her, til she’s dead
Now mom has no more pulse and
is in the ground
with bugs around.
And I can’t help but think of me to be the same.