Sat, 12/06/2014 - 22:56 -- sl0695

The door slams and the shouting starts

The fight moves like ghosts in the dark

She throws her hand not knowing his is stronger

He grasps her throat not knowing the mark he will leave

The eyes of innocence are now unclean

The sound now escalates and they can't help but hear

Little hands close together praying the sound will disappear

Little hands now marked with fear

They don't know what door they have opened

They won't realize their actions have left souls broken


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