Again
She saunters in through the back door
bruised, beaten, proud to be abused by Him.
She's laughing like squealing awkward, like a drunken whore.
Out-loudly she wonders where her night leads
but I know.
I feel
his breath over her
I see
the dirt in her eyes
I know
No one cries for the hurt.
Nobody grieves this loss.
Invisibly She refuses to see
We're standing here
at her dead end.
Still perched before the fall Wondering
She scatters her lies like seeds Hoping
Someone cares what she’s seen Wishing
to quiet her fears and deceive the eyes
for which she’s pandering.
But no one hears.
no one looks.
no one listens.
no one wastes their time paying her attention.
So she moves to a seat in the corner
where Their contempt barely reached her.
And there in the darkness she muttered
away Tomorrow by saying "One more shot,
just One more drink and Nothing will matter
anymore.
