She was on the floorher face was in her mother’s arms.
She had said that she’d been out late with the boys.
Just another eveninglike every other evening
Everything is all the same it seems.
Danny always called her on the phone for no special reason
Apparently
He could never tell her what it washe suffered silently
Quitely.
Just another eveningbut his hands just couldn’t be still
He can’t control it and he cannot tell her why
Feel the beaded knucklesfeel the snap inside
See the rush of terror in her eye
She can’t feel it
She can’t feel it
She can’t feel anything anymore
He tried painfullyhe begged for her forgiveness on his knees
She gave gracefullybut inside
But inside
She still bleeds.