Newly painted wall.

And shes thrown against the newly painted wall. Smothered in her own set of tears. She whipes the blood from her lip. Mothers had to much to drink. Mothers grip getting tighter each time she struggles. She knows not to move, Knows not to cry. This girl she spilled the milk again. Shes such a clutz " You got your ButterFingers from your dad stupid bitch" Mother says. She thinks to herSelf " What happened to daddys ButteFingers before he pulled the trigger of the gun pressed to his head". Her thoughts slowly linger as her head is once against bounced of the newly painted wall. Her visions are fixated on moms face, Looking deep into her doped up eyes, Without words pleading with her to lose interest. Mother releases her hands from her head. As the handfull of hair in mothers hands fall to the floor. Mother walks away in complete disgrace of this child. She slowly wanders off, peeling herself from the wall of which she was paralyzed to this girl she wonders, what tommorrow will bring when mother sobers up and relizes theres a body print in her newly painted wall