The increasing rate of domestic abuse must be met with stern actions. This is a poem depicting the psychological implications of abuse.
Class apart she stands tall
as the embers of hateful spite breezes the memory
The beatings and abuse never diffuse
The black and blue darken the mirror view.
Like brushing or bathing
Eating or evacuating
She waits for the end of the day
To smell the strong alcohol infused pants
and the heavy weight of his satisfaction.
A grand finale, a habitual one
hearts content of brutal strikes
Then a sleep, an aching one
To wake up and repeat the useless plight.
© 2020 Tiyasha Maitra