The taste of blood fills my mouth
What is it that I'm constantly doing wrong
I'm afraid to move
So instead I just lay on the ground
I here him turn
Walk out the front door
Slamming it behind him
I slowly get up
When I here his car take off down the road
I collect myself and go into the bathroom
I undo my shirt
Take off my pants
Standing facing the mirror
Looking at the damage done
Tears roll down my cheeks
I look down and rub my pregnant belly
