Walking past the window into her world
They did not see or know the content of her world

The curtains pulled back as normal
To show signs of life but, her world had changed

The raised flesh, fanned with indigo and bruised blue
Coated in salty tears pooling on her lips

Shame faced to the outside world, she did not deserve
The lash of skin to skin, knuckled edge

Dare not step away, leave the nest … there are children
Where circumstances stack high, with outlets small yet angles sharp

Words carved out from threatening lips spit at her
To waste her away, gathering down into a vacuum

Her world exists in faint margins, in small pleats of departure
Always to return raining down hard to secure her

Her world ……