She lies on the floor, broken and bleeding,
He stands above her gives her a look so fleeting,
A look of what? she wonders, grimacing sadly,
He smiles once more and laughs madly.
More bruises to cover, more cuts to dress,
How could she have let it get like this?
When he comes home drunk every night...
She tries to fight him with all her might,
But he knocks her down and glares at her in a drunken daze,
At how she is still alive she is amazed.
And now, as the sun rises, once more he looks around,
As he falls fast asleep on the ground.
She gets up cautiously, watching him sleep,
And walks away, watching her feet.
tell me what you think?
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 TheMuffinFairy · Tue Feb 12, 2008 @ 06:06pm · 0 Comments |
