Rosie wakes up
Opens here eyes
Does it with caution
Man in the room
So nicely dressed
Devoid of emotion

What's going on
let me go
Why does he pick up the pillow
He pushes it down on her face
Her fear slowly floats away

3 little girls
In the backyard playing with devotion
Unusual sounds from inside the house
Grab at their attention

He smooths the creases from his suit after removing the pillow
Lifting his head
He stands up
Turns up to the gaze of six little eyes

It is so hard to look away

Down on the ground
But sill nicely dressed
Some highway motel
Biting for air after a slap
Where does this blood come from
3 little girls and a smoking gun watching the man at their feet
A carved grin on his face
His eys stare absentmintedly

It is so hard to look away