Bruises line her body evenly,
not an inch was missed.
Love should not be this way,
his hand should have been gental.
Yet rough he was upon her body.
She must have been doing something wrong,
"My fault," she thought, "I'm doing everything bad."
Another blow to the head.
Might be his last blow, she said.
Blackness covered her eyes,
white walls when she finally awoke.
He was long gone by then she knew.
Her heart almost stopped,
freedom she thought.
I never have to cover up again.
No more crying, no more trying.
As she gave her statement to the officer,
bruises faded from her body; not to be replaced.
Beautiful freedom rang through her thoughts,
until brutal reality peered through.
Her dream was over,
dingy and dark replaced white walls.
