Cry.

The mouth is gaping.

I'm rocking. 

Swaying.

Back aching. 

I sit.

Back and forth.

My head nods. 

I jerk back to reality. 

The screams continue.

I am numb.

I want my mother.

I've given it my all.

Milk pours down my stomach. 

It drips to the floor.

Still, I rock.

Still, he cries. 

Still, his mouth gapes at me.

I feel defeat. 

Dread.

I contemplate the ice cold water.

If I just jumped no one would find me.

I stay. 

He cries.