Discreet Abuse

© By Anonymous


In the early afternoon hours, he treats her like a queen
For when people are around, nothing is what it seems.
And all the yesterdays have been forgotten
Like he's never hit her before,
Like she's never screamed out in pain,
Never screamed, 'No More!'
For when people are around,
He's calm, quiet; discreet.
No one can see the pain she hides,
Behind the fake smile on her cheeks
And in the dark hours of the night,
When everyone's asleep'
She's curled up in a ball on the floor,
Her composure she must keep.
Gently rocking back and forth-
(Her pain is so immense)
She knows she has to stop this abuse,
(Or he'll hurt her once again.)
So she makes a plan to kill him in his sleep-
A promise she made to herself, a secret she must keep.
She planned it out so perfectly;
She set the date and time.
Not knowing, that after this,
She'd be charged with homicide.
She took the gun out form her purse,
And crept into their room.
'No second thoughts!' She told herself,
She knew what she must do.
And when she saw him sound asleep,
Old memories came flooding back'
-Mistletoe of memory
She holds you in her dreams
Please claim her heart and soul and mind;
For on her journey she will find,
A chain of darkness, one by one
Until, so sadly, his time is done-
She remembered the gentle man she married,
many years ago,
And as she put the gun to his head,
She softly cried out 'No!'
The next morning, he found her gun,
Which she thought she'd stashed safely away;
And as he shot her in her arm,
She knew she'd made a horrible mistake
He chased her to the stairwell,
She knew that he had won.
She closed her eyes, let out a sigh;
She knew her time was done.
And giving into the darkness,
A world she calls her own,
She heard music playing in the distance,
And she finally went back home.

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