Her nose is bloody

Both her knees get weak

She has his hand prints on both of her cheeks

She falls to the ground in an emotional heap

can’t take the screaming the fists devastating her life

She can’t take the accusations of life’s simple lies

He towers over her in a  posture so fierce 

Knowing he’s won again as he’s done through the years

Controlling her heart as he controls her mind

She can’t put a stop to this torturous crime

She knows the way out 

Can’t get to her feet

He’s demolishing her defenses as he closes in

Stopping abrubtly and take a seat 

He looks down upon her small heap

The blood pooling readily under head

She’s made her decision

She’s better off dead

She begs for the end in a silent plea

No words make it past the misery

She knows it won’t come he won’t give her release

He takes pleasure in his cruelty 

His games so devine

No one can save her from this torturous grind

Many have tried and walked away so grim

beaten are they that give in to him

All goes black as he kicks at her face 

Slowly awaken in a blurry haze

She stumbles to the bathroom to wash her face

Avoiding the mirror and constant disgrace

She walks up the stairs to the kitchen so bright

His face smiling softly

His words a sensual carress

“Good Morning my Only” he says in THAT voice

Kisses her softly upon her bruised cheek

Growling so softly within her ear

“My darling you would do well to watch how you fall,

One day someone will believe I beat you and take this all.”