Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
Tears ran down her face
A face that was black as tar
Because of all her bruises
And that dreadful month old scar

He hit her again
And a new surge of pain
Ran through her already grazed face
She fell to the ground
With a bone crunching sound
And a scream escaped her lips
Her pail skin covered in rips

She stayed on the ground
She couldn’t escape
She tried to believe she wasn’t awake
And with one last hit she wasn’t
crazytilde
Written by
crazytilde
269
   insane hatter
Please log in to view and add comments on poems