Huddlded in a corner,
eyes on the door,
a young lays,
waiting on waiting on the floor.
it's two to five;
daddy's almost here.
He'll be home from work,
and she's full of fear.
Friday night's always the worst,
because he doesn't go back,
with two whole days
he can give her a amack.
one to five,
and she can barely breathe.
it's too late to run;
there's no way to leave.
she wipes away her tears,
and gazes straight ahead.
little does she know,
she'll soon be .
a truck door slams,
and she begins to shake.
she wishes it werent there,
but only a fake.
opening the door,
he yells her name.
she doesnt respond-
its part of the game.
opening the fridge,
and grabbing a beer,
he waits in silence,
and absorbs her fear.
he runs to his room,
and unlocks his door-
only to pull out
his fourty four.
"where are you, darling?
i know you're here.
just come out.
no need to fear. "
he pulls back the trigger,
and finds her spot.
soom it'll be over,
in just in one shot.
"see this gun,?
don't you shout.
it'll be over soon.
don't you see?
this is better
for you, AND me."

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