How many breaking points do we have? / by Kaylee Warner

From the bed in which she laid, unable to move
from the pain, she let out a scream and kicked him
out telling him to never come back again.

the white phone hangs from the chord on the wall.
the screaming echoes in the forest.
the closed books sit in a pile on the table.
the tv flashes, lights up the house.
she whimpers as she crawls up the stairs.