… was a five year old girl.

Just writing what comes to mind.

Night is such a magical time.

Rhyming, abuse, strength, escape.

Abuse, domestic violence, sad.

A succinct free form poem concerning the exploitation of Internet technology.

This is how I feel after 11 years of miserable, abusive marriage. This is how I felt, two weeks after I got out of it.

I don’t see the purpose in all of this.

Someone posted a poem on Domestic Abuse with that title, and it reminded me of my cousins.

A description of the fine line a woman walks in an abusive relationship.