Nothing
To the outdoor world she appears okay
Smoke and mirrors played everyday
But behind closed doors violence is rife
Of a womans brutal down-trodden life.
Nothing she says or does is right
He's verbally abusive and full of spite
He yells "dinner is muck" then hurls it at her,
The plate hits her head, now her visions a blur.
Tirade of abuse almost most days
Followed by "the sorry he loves her" he says
Anger and rage spoken and given with fists
She cowers and whimpers and never resists.
She wears her abusers constant tattoos
Bruises of red, yellows and blues.
She wears thick make-up as a mask on her face
Making sure there's no visible evidence in place.
She scrubs the carpet removing the blood stain.
Outwardly she smiles and carries on through her pain
Yet somehow he manages to convince her to stay
Her mind, will and body more broken each day.
Nothing but beatings, nothing but shame
He leaves her feeling she is to blame.
Nothing to live for she takes her own life
Just before she took his with the same knife.
Contest Name Writing Challenge 'N' Words
Sponsor Constance La France
23.03.23
Copyright © Emilia James | Year Posted 2023
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