What happens when words
become blows..
And cruelty becomes
a dance partner
to broken dreams
that scorch the soul
of a woman...
not perfect
but tried?

The shadows in this corner
match my eyes
and I wonder
where the safety is..

I move around
in this darkened place
a cowed,broken
and subdued woman..
You've reached the goal line..
You win..
YOU are
the loudest..

The little kicks
from inside cease to thrill
and I begin to percieve
the terror
of a new beginning
with you at the helm.

Be quiet,now...
Maybe he won't notice..
Maybe he will pass out soon
and we can creep
into our beds alone..
Maybe tomorrow
will bring a
man awoken
who sees me as an equal
and not a
spiritual punching bag...
Maybe...