it's too easy to walk away
leave her black and blue
it's too easy to come back
beg for forgiveness
like you care that
there's another one
on the way
like you could kiss them
aches and pains away
conceal the terror
within these four walls
you call home
it's not the same, Bill
she's not the same
she's grown a little discreet
a little cold and fearless...
but she'd cook you breakfast
just the same
she'd smell like magnolia
like the good old days
not reeking of fear and phobia
not feeling out of place
"you seem a little queasy, Bill..."
she muttered
whilst staring at him blankly
mapping out his anatomy in her head
"had the suitcase ready for your journey my dear..."
"No, hun. I'm not off to another conference."
as he looked puzzled.
she wasted no time
took out the knife
she had stashed from
her apron pocket
aimed for his throat
smiled at the look
of fear in his eyes.
"Hurting stops here. No more unborn
babies, no more cuts and bruises, no more bulimia, no more nasty names, no more."
~ beautifulbruises©2012
