Incessant
It’s endless.
The banging. The
screaming.
Surrounding her in resonating torment.
Hair waves from clenched fists like streamers on a child’s
bicycle.
Silence pours from lips unwittingly torn open.
Light dulls in eyes no longer screwed shut.
Buried within her mind it continues.
The banging. The
screaming.
Somewhere a child cries.
Ahhhh, sweet, sweet motherhood!! :D
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@Rachel,FREAKING HILARIOUS!!
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