His eyes were haunted

even when asleep

the divorced man

who had not known what love was

until it was taken from him

all he knew now

was how to shout

at little girls who did not understand

quite what they were doing wrong

he was the embodiment

of anger

his wrath was a tsunami

and the girl was swept up in it

she whispered

in the dark

'It's okay'

The words weren't meant for her

but for him

50 shades of blue

were faded ink stains on her body