Broken


His dark, cold eyes stare through my soul

I brace myself for the coming blow

His fist clenches and his eyes narrow

I shrink inside, feeling as small as a sparrow

His face boils red as he leaves his mark

I close my eyes, surrounded by the dark

He leaves the room as I lie here in pain

I try to get up, but it's all in vain

When morning comes I wake up alone

So I do the dishes and wait for him to come home

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