Domestic Violence
Looking at my reflection in our bedroom mirror, I see...
The blue of my eyes you once couldn't stop gazing into,
now darkening to purple from ruptured vessels;
The tenderness of my lips you once loved tracing your fingers over,
now cut wide open soaking in blood;
The nape of my neck you...
The blue of my eyes you once couldn't stop gazing into,
now darkening to purple from ruptured vessels;
The tenderness of my lips you once loved tracing your fingers over,
now cut wide open soaking in blood;
The nape of my neck you...