• aghostpoet 25w

    I awoke to find her bruised
    Bloody and scraped
    I shook my head confused
    And closed the drapes
    Never a fist graced her skin
    Yet she lay battered
    Searched my thoughts within
    Yet they lay scattered
    She spoke like a vulnerable kid
    Of what happened to her
    She whispered what I did
    There were no fists, only my words