early morning

we sat facing each other at the kitchen table,
and i listened lightly as she told me of when her
grandmtother would push her into the shower door.

you see i had a rough time, she said to me,
her eyes to the floor and then she picked up her teacup.

and i will not ask more, for it is only 5 am everything cannot
spill out into the yawning tiles so soon.

the rest of the confessions shall be professed,
as noon dances through that window, she began to cry.

wanting to look away I cast my eyes
to a seemingly painted sky,

it all took place early this morning, when the innocence still
shown behind her eyes, before bowing to the evening stars,

the devils charge.