Blue Bruise.

She didn’t know what she was going to do,
The dark blue
Bruise beneath her dress
Was quite a sight, quite a mess

Out of others vision
Or understanding. No decision
Made these last few years
Of abuse and fears

Of how best to get away,
Where to live and stay
Where he wouldn’t seek her out
And knock her about

Until the bruises blended
Where the pink skin ended.
She didn’t know why
He treated her such and made her cry

Or what it was that made him hurt
Her in such a way. She didn’t flirt
Or mess around with other men
She never had not now or then

When he first spoke
On their first date. No joke
Being married to a man like him
Who made her days seem dim

And full of fright and unease.
No way to make happy or please
Or feel his love or gentle touch.
She felt the burden too much

These last few days
And sought out ways
To end it all
To make a call

And find escape somewhere,
If only she dare
Make the thought come true.
But where to go? What to do?

There went the key in the lock
And his dark tones will mock
Her for his tiresome day
And she will say

Nothing, but smile
Waiting all the while
For the fists to fly
A bruised body, blackened eye.