She sits, he cuts off her cries
Emptiness clouds her once vibrant forest eyes
She sits, trapped by unhinged thoughts
Hopelessness fills her mind that is ripped and torn
She sits, kissing the unwanted mouth
Pain further incriminating her health
She sits, quieted by the dark void
Drowning out the noise
The tapping of shoes on the pathway
The squeaking tires on the driveway
The shattering of thrown beer
The yelling insults in her ear
The groping of her butt
Or the harsh kick to her gut
She lays, a wife being raped
Grunting, hearing sounds that she hates
She lays, mistreated by her husband
Blessed with inability to birth children
She lays, glad she won't have to birth his child
Blocking away the pain so that it's mild
She lays, next to the man she once admired
She lays, wondering if she's ever been this tired
She lays, feeling useless, proven in what she's labelled
She lays, in all ways disabled
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My Poetry: The Sequel | ✔
PoetryHere is my SECOND book of poetry! These are all originals and just here for people to read, and connect to ♡ - Chloe
