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..