She huddles in the corner
Tears flowing from her blackened eyes
She cries in silence
Afraid that he will hear
Afraid her cries will make him mad
Afraid the beatings will continue

She bleeds
Where he has struck her
The salt from her tears
Sting as they wash over the wounds

Still she is silent
For to let him her hear cry
Would mean a victory on his part
That she will not allow