Guts in the Cupboard

I saw them drag my mother
by her hair


She screamed and kicked
but they didn't care


She left guts in the
cupboard


Skin under her nails


A cigarette lit


A father without a care


And a trail of bleach
and oil cans


She wasn't there when
her child was abused


Or when a man touched
her daughter in a sinful way



She left guts in
the cupboard


Sand on a grave


A spoon full of
salt in the opened wound


A child whose faith
faded away