She was bleeding, crying, and queazy
Fear alone kept her from leaving
Knee deep in lonely; emotionally depleted
Bluntly touching, there was no loving
Indifferently ******* he was no husband
Drunkenly cussing; brokenly crumbling
She'd grown cold, old, and withered
Blankly staring into the mirror
In which a spider had grown upon
Not even it could escape his palm
Ready to fold; she no longer quivered
Figuring no one would even miss her
She looked through bruises, hate, and hopeless
Paint brush loaded;
sharply focused
Fingered trigger;
predicting scriptures
Abusive liver;
idle dither
Quondam shadows become formless
To be adrift in that unknown ocean..