She is stained glass
glass is easily broke
broke like mirrors and feelings, easily shattered
shattered with every choke
He is vodka soaked breath
breath that whispers angry words
words spoken in the heat of the moment
moment when her shouts couldn't be heard
She is white lace and lullabies
lullabies you sing to your child at night
night is a demon when you're always afraid
afraid of what has happened, and of what might
He is hands-to-throat and fists against faces
faces that smile one day and the next day scream
scream that next time, next time will be the last
last times never come when you're too afraid to leave