A mothers anger atack

Puffy black pillow In my shaky hands dripping clear

Puffy black pillow in my shaky hands
And my Childs beautiful face stuck in a moment of fear

Puffy black pillow in my shaky hands
And though we are both in this damned room
Only my breathing can I hear

Puffy black pillow in my bloody hands
Though remembering why
I just cant….

[ending throws it off I think, suggestions would help]