She had to drink
To numb whatever it was she had left
It always was the scent of strawberries
She got so good at knowing what would happen with him just by the smell
She no longer fought it
That would leave her with death treats and black eyes.
Hands wrapped around her like a boa constrictor.
If she fought
That would be bad
Better to pass out
Then to draw attention to ones self and shout
She didn't deserve the time of day or attention
To keep her breathing
All on a burning bed