The Real Monster

by raincascade

"Mommy likes to drink," he says.

"Mommy likes to smoke," he says.

"Mommy locks me up," he says.

"Sometimes Mommy doesn't always feed me," he says.

"Sometimes Mommy doesn't let me go to school," he says.

"Mommy is a monster," he says.

"And those bruises?" They ask. "Where did you get those bruises?"

"Mommy," he replies, "Mommy hits me."

"How do you know?" They ask.

"Because Daddy said so," he answers.

"You need to help Mommy," he wants to say.

"Daddy is the real monster," he doesn't say.