Fresh bruises upon pale skin,
New tear marks upon dry eyes,
Imprinted fear upon a tiny child.
Objects strewn throughout a room,
Open wounds on bleeding knuckles,
Recharged anger in a drunken father.
Echoing screams from desperate lungs,
Frightened energy rushing through a pounding heart,
Frantic eyes of the timid mother.
Exasperated sighs of next door neighbors,
Turned up volumes on television sets,
Eyes and ears turned away from the scene.
Slamming doors and broken glass,
Violent sobs and shaking limbs,
One last scream before the shots.
Curious eyes once shielded now opened,
Sirens too late for the deed is done,
One less fight to over hear.