Her glittering eyes gazed upon him with dog-like devotion,
Yet their faulty marriage continuously deteriorated in a backwards spiraling motion.
Her love for him eased the pain of her inky-velvety, bruised skin,
Since he became violent every time he touched his gin.
She felt a blind, inward necessity to stay strong,
Just thinking about her children made the beatings not seem so long.
The pain of his physical abuse seemed easy to fight,
Compared to his demeaning words that played through her mind day and night.
Her blood-soaked darkness made her future seem bleak,
Her life became worthless, her soul became meek.
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1 comment:
You used the imagery really well for this sad narrative. It is almost like the imagery rises above the pain that the characters in the poem are feeling, but they cannot quite rise above it of course. Really nice job. sad lines. - elmeer
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