She huddles in the
corner
Tears flowing from
her blackened eyes
She cries in silence
Afraid that he will
hear
Afraid her cries
will make him mad
Afraid the beatings
will continue
She bleeds
Where he has struck
her
The salt from her
tears
Sting as they wash
over the wounds
Still she is silent
For to let him hear her cry
Would mean a victory
on his part
That she will not
allow
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