Abuse

Freedom. How can I be free without her? I can’t see a future of freedom beyond these walls. Whips. Hits. Gashed lips. Another play of the script. Wounds stretching beyond flesh. Bloody hands, hand in hand. Fingers meshed. Holding on so tight. Before that night. Whips. Hits. Gashed lips. Broken hip. He told me to zip, as she cried. Zip bag. He smoked a ***. As she was dragged and then- I’m left alone in these Four. Faceless. Walls. They mock the once joyous voice that echoed through these walls, And now she is gone - left in her own funeral palls.