There she sat, alone and in the dark.

Holding her life tight in her hands as its essence drifted.
She held it tight so it wouldn’t fall apart.

The man stood beside her, looming over like a shark.
On his face there was not a mark.
His hands were rough, and overused.
His touch it caused her pain.

Her life was slipping in and out of her hand.

The man his face was cold, without any emotion.
He took her life in his hands and laughed.
His laugh was mean and cruel
He wanted her to feel the ultimate pain
At first he took little pieces then larger

Her life was falling apart before her eyes
She grew weak with every piece he took
She gave her life one last look before the last piece fell into the unknown
It crumbled, without a trace.
No more life, nothing left

He took the bad and the ugly. He took the good and the pretty
He spat in her face as she screamed and cried

She was begging him to give her back what was rightfully hers
The door shut behind her and again she was in the dark
Tears rolling down her face, in her eyes she was a disgrace

In his world there were no worries
He held his head high without and shame

How could you … she screamed with pain.
He would not answer.

He was long gone never to be seen again.
Only to be remember as a true man

She is still there alone in the dark.
She is still fighting, to find her life, with the small scraps that remained.