Abuse

I wanna write a poem, a dark poem, of how the shadow he threw onto her when standing in the doorway looking at her with drunken red eyes was so daunting, how it made her feel.
Scared.

How she would, scream and shout apologies for wrong doings she never even did, while being beaten until she would sometimes vomit.

How he almost raped her on that day, that day that the mother wasn't around, he felt her vulnerability and ordered her to come to his room, with her wounds screaming 'obey' she dragged herself there and he looked at her with what to her seemed the eyes of the devil. 'Are you okay' he asked and with the little energy she had she managed a nod, walked back to her room and cried.

It felt like she'd been crying for hours, and she would rather be anywhere than where she was.

The door opens and the light dims, he's standing in the door way, with a belt in his hand and a stench of alcohol in his mouth.

Drunken hands go onto her and she's struggling, trying to wrestle him until she lands a slap on his cheek, angered he throws her to the ground, punches her once, twice ...

Her sight blurring out and all she could hear was distant ringing and pounding that wasn't the beating of her heart.