i wrote this for my youngest sister mel ...
she was physically and mentally abused by her husband for many years ...
one day i helped him die ...
best thing i ever did ...
She cowers in a corner
as he looms over her
a bottle of amber
in his left hand
his right poised to strike.
"Please" she begs
"not in front of the kids."
"f -- ck you" he spits
and breaks her nose
with a single blow.
"Bastard" she cries
but only under her breath.
"bitch… whore" as he tries
to dredge up every filthy
word he can summon.
The children… wide eyed
and afraid cling to her as
he kicks her in her face
shattering her cheekbone
then at last he turns away.
She's bitten through her lip
and cannot talk ... so the boy
ten years old fetches her
mobile so he can ask for
help from someone … anyone
But no one comes cos who
wants to get involved in
domestic violence?
it's a private thing isn't it?
so she cries.
She Cries
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She Cries
I lack words.She Cries
jones jones;930153 wrote: i wrote this for my youngest sister mel ...
she was physically and mentally abused by her husband for many years ...
one day i helped him die ...
best thing i ever did ...
She cowers in a corner
as he looms over her
a bottle of amber
in his left hand
his right poised to strike.
"Please" she begs
"not in front of the kids."
"f -- ck you" he spits
and breaks her nose
with a single blow.
"Bastard" she cries
but only under her breath.
"bitch¦ whore" as he tries
to dredge up every filthy
word he can summon.
The children¦ wide eyed
and afraid cling to her as
he kicks her in her face
shattering her cheekbone
then at last he turns away.
She's bitten through her lip
and cannot talk ... so the boy
ten years old fetches her
mobile so he can ask for
help from someone ¦ anyone
But no one comes cos who
wants to get involved in
domestic violence?
it's a private thing isn't it?
so she cries.
I want to respond but my words seem empty :-1
she was physically and mentally abused by her husband for many years ...
one day i helped him die ...
best thing i ever did ...
She cowers in a corner
as he looms over her
a bottle of amber
in his left hand
his right poised to strike.
"Please" she begs
"not in front of the kids."
"f -- ck you" he spits
and breaks her nose
with a single blow.
"Bastard" she cries
but only under her breath.
"bitch¦ whore" as he tries
to dredge up every filthy
word he can summon.
The children¦ wide eyed
and afraid cling to her as
he kicks her in her face
shattering her cheekbone
then at last he turns away.
She's bitten through her lip
and cannot talk ... so the boy
ten years old fetches her
mobile so he can ask for
help from someone ¦ anyone
But no one comes cos who
wants to get involved in
domestic violence?
it's a private thing isn't it?
so she cries.
I want to respond but my words seem empty :-1
Very nearly perfect ... 
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