Silent Cries Of The Night

Poem #83

His rough fingers wrapped around her wrist
As he held the broken bottle
Of whisky he had been drinking all evening

Feeling powerful towering her petite frame
She stood her ground, trembling in fear
A rebellious cry of pain
came out of her mouth
When she saw him making a bloody trail
On her arm with that sharp end of the glass

Whimpering as he grab a fistful of her hair
And force her to look at him
Drunken eyes that bore into hers
Filled with anger and hatred
Or was it pain that she saw?

Soon replaced by a smirk
Which once used to give her butterflies
And now makes her stomach churn in fear

Forcing a kiss on her lips,they were
Still as soft when they had first kissed
he remembers, as his hold softens
But gets clouded again by the resentment

Giving A love bite which he once loved
Seeing on her skin,
Turned a shade darker
Reminding her of her wrongs
Throwing the bottle towards the wall
He made his way towards the door

That now separated them
Into two different beings
That still belonged together
Carrying hatred and vengeance
One cold heart and another
A lost soul