Disarray

In morbid disarray she searches thoughts
For some sanity as her fresh blood clots
In the cool breeze of night, what she has found
To be true; she cries and shakes without sound
As he hits her again; relentless pain
Shoots through her body; her arms start to stain
With bruises, dark testimonies of hate;
Her muscles spasm, trying to lift weight,
And fail; she falls back to the ground and cries
Out for the help that can't help and tells lies.

----- by Violet Mello

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