Victim

She turns so he will not see,
The tears falling down,
Tasting like salt on her torn lips,
Stifles her cries,
So he will not hear,
And inflict more fear,
He cannot see,
Must not see,
What she has become,
Bruised, torn and battered,
The scars on the inside of her,
That bleed,
Every time he beats her,
So she will submit,
Just before he goes to sleep,
While she lays there,
Crying in the dark comfort,
Of the bloodied sheets.

~Rei Shiori