torn and tattered she lays on the floor
could she not hide or flee
bottle smashed above the door
bruised and cuts shine on her knee
alone and violated made to suffer
cried in vain her crys went unanswered
this day she vows ..he will harm no other
on this day she felt not conquered
she firms a resolve and plots his demise
clutching the blade held deep under bed
waiting her turn she prepares in his blood to baptise
as he returns with a hiss and a turn of his head
she takes the pose of meek broken child
as his hands move to clutch at her once again
her body constricts like an animal of the wild
she knew this time it had to end with him slain