Inheritance of trouble
In the blood
Or in the water
Like animals to the slaughter
A bright sun
The unborn daughter
Spinning
Spinning around and around
Screaming
Screaming but there is no sound
A violent child
Will take you
Hold you
In one place
Where innocence has been disgraced
But you will wake
A dreamsinter underground
A nightspore in the fairground
A paper-plane
A dolls-house on fire
To be saved
Or to be saved?