Mother

Bright red anger, shining so.

Rage like I have never known.

Tear stained cheeks are all I see. Face purple and bruised because of me.

I hit the child and scream some more. I smack her face; I've no control.

The darkest dream I've ever had plays on repeat each night I sleep.

I scream and yell and beg to wake, this isn't me it's some mistake.

I swear I'm not the monster in this dream. I cannot bear this child's scream. My little girl or is it me?

The mirror is broken, I can not see.

My heart lays broken on the floor, and yet I continue to hurt her more.