The eyes of an infant watch me
as I quickly pack my things and
place them by the front door.
Her cries fill the room causing
me to lose my concentration as
I look at the front door to see if
someone is coming. The cries of my
precious little lamb fill my ears as I
rush to the bathroom to make myself
over. With every snip of hair I
remember the night before.
His beastly hands grabbing my
soft, smooth wrist as I tried to
protect my precious child.
His hand slapping neon my rosy brown face left a bruise as black as the midsummer night. I tried to get away, protect my baby,
but the force of his power devoured
me into a corner of the living
room wall. My baby wept but he did not
cease to stop hurting me.
The pain of yesterday still lies in my face.
I quickly take the foundation and
erase the agony and strife from my face.
I walk back to the living room where my baby continued to weep. I picked up her
delicate sweet warm body and
took our bags from the door.
The golden keys jangled in my hands as
I unlocked my path to freedom.
