Her body is broken. Tainted with scars ,
Each scar representing the stroke
of the brush of the  painter she swore forever  to.
He promised to add colours to her life ,
And by god he did .
The red that spilled from her broken lips ,tasted an awful lot like blood.
The black around her eyes, a canvas presented to her with his fist.
The purple engravings on her skin were tattoos from his leather strap , the symbol of his manliness.
He said he loved her ,
And O! he showed it
by the sweet kisses he planted
on her broken jaw .
Every part of her he touched, every inch of her he designed
She was his work of art ,
his broken work of art that hung
magnificently in his gallery.