Promises

Eyes weeping blood

face shrouded in pain

lips twisted with broken desires

her back bent again.

He promises each time

that it will be his last

sobbing

grasping

hugging her around the waist.

She strokes his head

whispers soft assurances

knowing

fearing

that it will happen again.

No matter how obsequious

no matter if dinner is made

his whisky in hand

as she waits at the door.

The fist will lash

cracking bones

the boots will strike

head bouncing off the floor.

Still she waits

she fears

for should she leave

he will hunt her down

killing her for real this time.

Sept. 23/18

Photo by Chau Luong on Unsplash