He lay on the floor
Head smashed in with the
Centerpiece that was their
Wedding gift
If only we had cared
Enough to stop him
He was her husband
And he had gone mad on her again
She stood by his body
Teary eyes transfixed on his
Blood as it made its way
To her shaky feet
If only we had not said
He was her husband
She was his wife
For it was theirs to resolve
His fist no longer balled up
Her screams abruptly seize
His belt around her neck no more
Her consciousness crawls back in
If only we had made
It our business, seeing not
Violence as discipline, saving her
Would have saved them both
©Belema .S. Ekine
©belemascribbles
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
He lay on the floor
Head smashed in with the
Centerpiece that was their
Wedding gift
If only we had cared
Enough to stop him
He was her husband
And he had gone mad on her again
She stood by his body
Teary eyes transfixed on his
Blood as it made its way
To her shaky feet
If only we had not said
He was her husband
She was his wife
For it was theirs to resolve
His fist no longer balled up
Her screams abruptly seize
His belt around her neck no more
Her consciousness crawls back in
If only we had made
It our business, seeing not
Violence as discipline, saving her
Would have saved them both
©Belema .S. Ekine
©belemascribbles
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