Silence
Ticking and tocking,
says the clock above the door.
Squeaking and creaking,
the floor cries once more.
Banging and crashing,
as pots and plates are thrown to the floor.
Shouts and screams,
behind closed doors.
Rain slamming on the roof,
while he snores.
Blades slide across paper white skin,
while she pleads \"no more.\"
Women come to entertain him,
while she fears that she is next.
She takes a whole bottle,
and waits for the effects.
She closes her eyes,
and can still hear her moans and cries.
Then finally all she hears is
Silence....
-Akyra Daniels-Vierra