Your body is a collection of broken poems;
A Trochee for when he hit your head against the wall
For serving him cold dinner,
A Sonnet for when he whipped your once beautiful body
With the strength of his rage
Every day you sit in front of his house
And mourn the death of your smile;
Your lips once parted in synchrony
With the pulsation of his heart
But now your very breath
Disgusts the very him.
Your body is an encyclopedia of destruction;
Pages and pages of scars and scabs
Crisscrossing sheets of blood and sores
And laced with the fear that seats
In the center of your heart
Every time you hear
His footsteps
But you have the choice between pain and hope
Between living in the darkness of his anger
And floating in the clouds of your joy
And when you choose to be human
You will rise from the ash of his fury
And live again like a Phoenix
– ccbenji