drunken lives, drunken knives
falling about, caught up in a fight.
she innocently became the victim
of a big gash on her forehead,
blood gushing and then rushing about,
a scar she wore for the rest of her life.
but the real victim in all of this strife,
was her little girl whose first birthday
was marred – never to be celebrated
in that sad house.
not even with a birthday cake!