Sobbing, sweating, and screaming for air
She trembled and lay coiled on the floor
She closed her weary eyes, now beyond disrepair
Dreaming of the happiness she had before.
Wistfully longing, wishing, desiring
She was cursed by a deceptive luxury
Her fingers grazed the vinyl floor, tracing
The chilling secret they whispered of mockingly.
Her patterned skin quivered as she stood
A quilt-like patch work of black and blue
Like Eve, she was tormented by what she misunderstood
Now forever fearing what punishment would ensue.
She brushed off her dread, her pain, her addiction
Pulled on again her mask of, “I’m alright, I’m okay.”
To evade her loved one of conviction
Convincing herself it was her fault she did not obey.
She stumbled out again, amongst the crowd
Pasted a simulated smile on her face
Yearning once more to be less proud
And be able to admit her disgrace
She grinned tediously at an old friend
In a way that did not reach her eyes
Thinking as long as she did pretend,
No one would hear her cries.
