Bruised

I never mind when he takes advantage of me. Head pressed down. Slapped around and bruised. I’ll never tell. Force out smiles to distract from the swell. Hands clasped over my mouth so neighbors can’t hear the yell. Wouldn’t dare to dream of sneaking out. Too stunned to speak out.  Can’t imagine running away without you leading me by the hand. My hero. My captor. My man. My hell. My love no one will ever understand.

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