Leaving Bruises Behind:

The voices

Anger wells within the proud

The youth, she

Does not hold her tongue either

One light verb

Becomes a vicious fight

Thrown to the ground

From a blow

Dealt to her face

The pain explodes

Another bruise

A small cry escapes

After the heat leaves her mother

Mother retreats to her bottle

In the corner

The girl to her room

Then out the window

Out into the dark night