Too Late

She sits curled up in a ball,

Hoping the next blow will be forgotten.

She deserves this.

He was giving her everything she could ever dream of...

And she just had to open her damn mouth.

It's been forever since the last hit.

He walks over to her

And grabs her roughly,

Shoving her into the bathroom.

She collapses on the floor as he slams the door.

In the mirror a girl looks at her,

Covered with bruises and red eyes.

This isn't the first time this has happened.

But she's too far in to do anything now.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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