She bounced off the wall and crumbled to the floor,
His fist jabbed and jabbed again as she whispered,
no more.
Her visits, frequent...
But she spoke not of the incidents.
A bruise, she said, It's just a bruise.
She covered up his bruising
As he exposed her pain
He hacked and hacked their love away
til there wasn't much to gain
Just fear and doubt and distrust
It weighted down their bliss
No happy weddedness is this.
The door slams shut...
The ice creeps up...
The bruising.
no more, she said, as he flings out his fist.
