"She's beem here so many times before She can't remember When she last felt anything at all But this fear and anger She states intently at the door, Listens for his footsteps She knows exactly what's in store And the knowing makes it worse..." I was dreaming again. This time of what I thought I had forgotten. Of what almost no one knows but me. Mornings in hell. Weeks of apathetic torture. I woke up to a baby crying... it was almost poetic.