Domestic Violence

By Michael Ordia

Beneath the dark corner, she lay there
Love was the gift wrapped with fear
Gone were the days smiles were rocking
Now and then his fist did the talking.
Each scar told a story
Nights when pain took glory.
She fell for every apology he fed her
Tears from the tricky eyes of care
‘I love you’ She always told him
She wanted love’s symphony.
Everything she did was for love
She fed him lust when he starved
Love was so deep that she drown
Browbeaten by pain she was the clown
‘You will die this day’ her heart said
As he smite her with the hands of death.

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