Blackout

He has a violent side
that erupts like a volcano
full of relentless rage,
destroying everything in his wake;
she is never given warning,
no chance to escape.

His fists
are like stones of fire,
his words
scorching hot
and her without
shelter, or safety.

The shades of her
face and heart
are like a rainbow of sorrow
that appears after the rain
stops falling
from her weathered eyes.

She will endure;
accustomed to healing
from troubled wounds
and words that strike
like lightening
when all is black.