Alone

A pain in her chest The kind that only comes at night When the sky is black When her door is locked. When she lays in bed by herself When she wakes up at 3 in the morning Hoping for relief But never gets it.. The feeling in her gut Like she’s done something wrong Done something to deserve feeling guilty. For absolutely nothing. And the fear. The fear of falling asleep, Falling vulnerable to the possibility of violence The fear of not waking up when the night is done, Yet, the fear of waking up to a pounding on her door and in her chest. She can’t escape it. Can’t escape him. Everywhere she goes.. The fear of him follows.