He said she’s just a child underneath my grip
Laughed it off as he bruised her lip
Rest your mind, he said, children are weak
She doesn’t bleed he thought, just a mere soul leak

Morning fits leave him ill
Night time brawls drives the drink
She stands on watching always still
In his eyes her presence shrinks

Vows are spoken with such hope
But under covers his fingers grope
His eyes light, her sorrow soars
Her body trembles amidst this war

Sometimes he yells, sometimes he fists
When the pay check does not come home
Always though, her eyes do mist
As her lover leaves to roam

Million shards of futures and dreams
Lies bereft in sanctity
Glimmers of the broken screams
In the inferno of her pleas