Blondie's playing "No Exit" In the background I pull my hoodie up Like a shroud Strap the baby To my chest Stuff a rucksack Full of baby mess, Brat is screaming In harmonics There might be No way out But I am going to Find it. Patch up face Comb hair over My bald patch Ripped out Disgrace Can't let 'em see I am breaking Can't let 'em see My heart is Aching. Can't let 'em see I'm trying to save us If even if takes All of me. All of me That he has left To be Saved for later To tease my Distress And rip off My cheap maternity Dress. Baby is bright Red in fury At what he has Done to us. I don't have time To calm and gentle, So I shove a boob In it's face. Metal in my Mouth; My blood to taste. To walk through Pain And broken body To carry on walking With burst Stitches Despite being Unable And needing A medic and A break from All of this Requires Some fury Of my own. I kiss it's Tiny forehead And put down The phone. Blondie stops singing The world keeps spinning I walk out the door Only to be Forced by lawyers And courts Soon enough Back again. There is no exit Just my male abuser, My body, And his desire To hurt it.