A Beating Heart

A beating heart pumps blood through her
Slowly decomposing body, as she lies there,
Her life in his hands now, no longer her choice.

A nightly ritual, or at least whenever he comes
Home from his haven, his favorite spot, the bar.
She is only 10, a small unsure girl.

He comes home in a drunken rage, shes
Messed up his life again, though this time
Not quite sure what she did and why.

Quietly hiding in the back closet, maybe
This time he wont find her, maybe tonight
He will embrace her instead of push her away.

A beating heart has failed today, the
Stress too much, a beating heart gave up
But only because she gave up first.