She weeps at night of love she’s lost
and drinks away her pain with gin,
while missing those whose paths she’d crossed
she sits alone and curses him.
She curses all the times she sat
meek and mild in the dark.
Dreaming of the courage that
would cease the black and blue bruise marks.
Cowering in the shadow still,
she shakes and shivers on her knees,
and so counts down the days until
she finally is free.
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