Little Eyes
The house is a map of places to hide, When the voices get loud and the air gets tight. We know the sound of the keys in the door, And the heavy steps across the floor. We see her eyes, all red and wide, Like a bird with nowhere left to hide. We see him pull his phone away, And the secrets in the games they play. They think we’re small, that we don’t see, The way love looks like an enemy. She’s checking the screen while he’s asleep, While we’re in the shadows, counts we keep. Then comes the crash, the broken plate, The words they use, fueled by hate. She’s crying out, he’s turning cold, A story that’s getting very old. He says she’s crazy, she says he’s a liar, And we’re just the wood i...