Absorbed.

Sitting upstairs in your room,

hearing the screams of your Mother,

whilst shielding the ears of your baby Brother.

Not wanting to go downstairs and see the mess he has made of her face,

broken collar bones and a jaw out of place.

Black eyes and a swollen lip,

all she does is live for her kids.

Making dinner with a tea towel under the chopping board,

so the noises she made, were absorbed.

As if she made a noise she would be punched and kicked,

this was no way for anyone to live.

But inside her screams were stored,

it's not like she would live another day if she filed that police report.