Reality of Domestic Violence

I am silent although this monster of my isolated life seems to hear my thoughts, smell my fear and taste my hate. Suddenly I am pushed against a wall gasping from utter pain. Held by my neck I feel a fist clashing against my tender face. I fall, blood pours from my mouth and now cracked lips. I try to run but I am stopped with my hair being pulled with such force that I scream from the top of my lungs. It drags me to the bedroom, my face constantly in pain from the ever repeating hits. Suddenly I feel my legs being widened, I scream once more. I struggle to close them, tears of pain and utter hate rapidly run down my now swollen face, they burn my wounds like acid. I feel something penetrating inside of me, I scream once again, it is of no use, no one seems to notice or simply hear. It pulls itself out of me and kicks my tender side, still I lie here on this floor feeling dirty and ashamed, ashamed of my own self and weak mind. I shall never escape this monster's presence for he has eroded my free will and inner strength. Fear controls my thoughts. Until I embrace the truth my life is impounded by domestic violence, never to be freed, never to be seen and never to be one with the glory of hope.