scratching the surface

opening a box

pushing a button

unlocking the locks

lighting a fire

under a tank of gasoline

igniting the man

to do things unseen



i think these terrible things

does he hit? does he yell?

is he a violent being?

i can not tell-

the walls block out my view

the walls block out the sounds

but as this is the house where they live

the walls might just crash the ground.



she says "he knows it would be trouble

if he ever laid a finger on me."

i try to believe, but i wonder

why all these bruises i see?

i sit there, trying to crack the shell

but this mind of hers does not crash in

no- when it is faced with hell

she becomes stronger yet again

so i'm left wondering

if this is truth, or just a strong soul

staring at her through the movie we watch

she says something that she doesnt know:

help me. help me escape.

i ask to drink a sip of her pop can

she says yes- and the movie goes on

without a word

but a thousand things being said.



help me. help me escape.

07/30/2002

Posted on 07/30/2002
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