• Bitter acridity spreads
    Numb, sweet relief,
    Moving through your body -
    In time with life's beat.
    Slowly your cares melt away,
    Sweet, drugging relief...

    It never lasts long enough.

    Because when he comes,
    He breaks though every wall...
    Shattering, shaking the foundations,
    Breaking your illusion.

    No.
    Everything is not all right.

    You liar,
    Pitiful, pathetic...
    Just a little shadow,
    Paled into insignificance.

    No one sees you.
    No one sees the pain.

    Every night,
    A cruel, casual repeat.

    The ripped clothes,
    The ripped skin,
    The bruises decorating
    Outside and within,
    Literal, emotional...
    All too real.

    Run away, turn and hide,
    Pretend its a dream,
    Turn your face aside...

    All in your mind -
    I think not.

    The evidence in daylight is all too real.

    The teeth marks indented in your breasts,
    The bruises rained upon your thighs,
    The sore, violated feeling
    Of him having been inside.

    Pitiful, pathetic...

    Why do you stay?
    Why can't you be
    Strong enough to fly?