The fingers began to search for a place,
To resist herself from falling,
Screaming and shaking with fear,
Baby eyes pleading for sympathy,
Stream of tears rolling down her cheeks,
A doll face strawberry swirled,
Blush turned into purple clots,
Dwindling flickers across the room,
She being knuckle sandwiched,
Bumping into a vase,
The floor littered with glass fragments ,
and the rose petals asking for life,
Life fading before her eyes,
A cold blooded hitting her like a wolf,
Puddles of crimson blood writing a story on the floor,
A fragile body panicking with fear,
Some silent moments spent,
His arms circled around her searing gift wrapped skin,
Her hair strands twirled in his fingers,
As he kissed her shoulder,
One more day spent,
A lifetime waiting ahead,
To play beauty and the beast !
~ Ayesha Nadeem
This poem is written to create awareness. It is written for the women who are being abused.