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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Poem: Of Husband and Abuser

She looked into the mirror, 
Winced at the bruises that marr 
Her beauty, 
And turned her head away, 
There was no time to shed tears, 
Her abuser would be home in hours. 

She looked at the photoframe, 
Both of them young and in love - 
Before the nightmares, 
Robbed away the rich promises. 
He was her love, her husband, 
On the nights she didnt feel his hand. 

 Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar

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