A dreadful night
A dreadful night
She was like a flower, always blooming
Even when the sunshine was out of reach,
She was able to turn a dark room into light with her fair complexion.
She carried the most precious smile
That when she did smile even the coldest of hearts would melt.
Her eyes were full of sparkle like the stars we see on a clear night.
Until that one moment
All of that was changed in an instant.
A figure took all that away, her bright eyes were left with tears,
Her fair complexion was filled with darkness, redness, and scared.
His fist had done that to her, her smile was no more,
Her mouth was swollen because of the number of times his fist had touched it.
Her body was turned into a punching bag.
She tried to run, but the barriers of his body did not allow her to,
His powerful body would push her to the ground,
She would fall in an instant, bruised as she was, she would try to pick herself up.
After a long night of torture and pain
She would take her make-up and try to cover up.
He would come back with flowers to apologize.
A woman beaten, tortured, bruised
She would stay because she thought it was love,
Not knowing that deep down the anger was building up.
One day he came home as usual with his anger
And remembered he had a punching bag on which to take out his frustrations.
That one day he found something different,
She was ready to stand up and fight.
She picked up a knife as he tried to attack,
He felt a sharp sting in his heart,
She had put a stop to her misery,
And she knew life would never be the same.
Copyright © J-lyn Matjila | Year Posted 2019
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