Keep Silent

The girl looked in the mirror,

the one that had a shattered crack in it.

Broken only a few days before,

by him.

The girl grabbed her blue comb

and slowly combed through

her straight black hair.

She silently was crying,

her invisible pain was open

and oozing a dangerousness

that threatened to terminate

her days on earth.

Black and blue all over,

she hurt.

Terrible bruises that wouldn’t leave.

Each day, she was constantly reminded

how oh it felt

as his knuckles pounded into her.

She had felt the hard coldness

of the blue tiled floor

against her sunken body.

He hovered over her and threatened.

You better not tell,

or I’ll end you. You filthy wench,

I’ll torture you so. You are but putty

beneath my strong hands.

See what I can do to you,

and you are not to do a thing

or else.

Feel my wrath, my mighty power,

dare to tell the world

and you will see

that headstone I have created

just for you.

The girl looked hard into

the mirror.

Enough, she said,

I will not take anymore.

I’m done, I tell you.

I do not want you anymore.

This girl is done facing your

dirty hands. Leave and never come back.

I want to see your ugly face no more.

Jennifer Jo Fay