Written by: Cheyenne Tailleur

Blood stained cheeks.
You cry out in pain.
A slash across each,
Do I need to explain?

He gives you a look,
One you know all to well.
No one can see,
As you try not to yell.

He squeezes your throat.
You try not to scream,
But instead try to dream
Of a place far from here.
A place without your death so near.