The day you touched her,
drenching her skin in filth-
You-
You grabbed and pushed.
You yelled and cursed.
The marks tell no lie,
she despises you but still can not leave.
Your threats are not what make her stay.
It's the fear-
of what's out there.
What could happen.
She's so young.
Not quite ready to run off.
The neglect must sufice.
At least until she can finally die-
lying in a pool of her crimson.
She'll ly smiling as you are crying.
Wipe your tears,
swear it couldn't be your fault.
you claim to have tried.
And of course it's you who
could never lie?
