Dirty Sheets

head in pillow stuffing blocking a noise, sheets soaked of fallen tears, hand tied in fists, blood seeping through the fingers. his hand on he back pressing her to the mattress, whispering words of false comfort, small threats and enjoyment at her vulnerability. her feet kicking against the pain as if her mal frame could throw his body away. when he leaves, it as if body lays above her. One made of hate and hurt. Betrayal and cowardice. The bruises on her body remind her of this time. when her freedom and her choice was wisped away as easily as the sheets covered in her broken soul. ripping the sheets off, as if clean sheets made her feel as if her body wasn't covered in sweat made of fear. She wishes ripping those sheets off was as easy as peeling the tape he placed over her mouth with threats of violence if she removed it and let her pain spill from her swollen lips. she lays there s darkness fills her room, and tears cover her fresh sheets.