Please I stand among plaster walls Aside family portraits with Shaking wooden frames. I stand here before a Hallway with a haunted end. They are an apparition of Agony and my body is winter- Frozen Fragments of the candle, Once tall, Once bright, Perches precariously above Her and quivers With the rhythms The headboard’s crumbling The smell, the reek, of rotten apple juices, Rises with the flickers of the Candle’s fire and Drenches their entwined forms It suffocates me And that sound, That sound Is low, dark, A thrum of thunder rumbling, Murmuring her name with Breathless groans. That sound Is his violence growling, And grunting And crashing upon her Raining body His storm blooms Flowers of black and purple And green and blue rotting Her pale flesh; bared before him On an altar of stained sheets. She is tattered; her small, hairless Body is worn from his Worship She is crying. A low pathetic keening that Carves her despair upon me, Syllables tangling in her swollen Lips and her Fingertips fluttering against his aging Skin. It is her wailings, her mourning Desperations that echo Screaming along the Crumbling walls. My Sister, her cries, Scar my skin my ears Forever shrieking, sobbing Begging Please, please Ohgod Please no- Please daddy- No please!