Word of the Day Challenge #60-Untitled Poem

Blackened eyes
fattened lip
sit in the corner
watch
he will drink his bliss.
Blinded with shattered tears
dreams
long dead turned to ashes
unseeing
a dark world
captured in sullen silence.
What had she done?
It never seemed to end
the list of evil ills
deeds
imagined or real
the sadness
grey mists
a fog she lives in
better than seeing the pity
wrapped on the faces
of all those around.
Rage
black
violent
worms its way through her soul
tattered morality
death is coming
it only matters who he will court first.
Brutality.
A way of life.
Fear.
Day to day.
Slow rising tide
anguish
his time has come to pay.
She stands over
blood
drip drip drip
hits the floor
plop plop plop
sinister grin
she had finally fought
and won
tears slide down her cheeks.
mutterings of a mad hatter
I will show him emotional…..
slice away scars of time
slide to floor 
next to tormentor
lover
husband
beautiful boy that he had been.
Ribbons of blood
twined together
happiness found in death
eluded them in life
a series of misreads.
©September 14/19
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