DV

Smacked about,

Kicked,
Spat at,
Punched and slapped.
Almost unconscious,
Given the full,
Whack!
Cracked,
Taunted, her life hijacked,
By a man who claims to love her!
Grabbed by the face,
Guided through to kitchen,
Where the clean knives glisten,
On the draining board,
Her prison.
Praying he can't see them.
Cause in the red mist, he'll grab anything.
Now is not a good time to fight back!
He straggles her, with the same hands that hold her,
Within an inch of her life,
This woman, this woman,
His wife!
And then for good measure,
To prove a point,
To control himself enough not to kill her,
As she gasps for breath,
He trashes the house,
From curtain poles to lamp shades,
Ornaments and picture frames.
Anything he knows that she likes.
That HE PAID FOR.....
"Fat, ugly, whore!"
He's about to go for her again,
But he sees,
Pauses.
Blue lights flash at the window...
An interval -Thank god for the neighbours!

She won't press charges,
And it's the coppers this time,
But it'll be an ambulance next.
A headline in the newspaper,
Everyone wondering why she never just left?!
The police check on the bairn,
To make sure she's safe,
Keep him in the kitchen.
Take her to a safe space.
The bairn,
Sleeps soundly through his unprovoked rage,
She takes offence that they needed to check in first place!
Cause the bairns not at risk,
But it's only another couple of years,
Before she has to listen to this,
Stand witness,
To her own Mam being treat like shit!
They move him on.
Can't arrest him.
Drop him off at mates house,
But he'll back,
In the morning.
Admiring the bruises on his own fists.
A real man?
Pissed!
Claiming he can't remember what happened.
To his sexy little bitch,
Go on, go on,
Give us a kiss?
She sits in bits.
Puffy eyed, barely listening,
Exhausted,
Black and blue,
Defeated,
Swollen.
Faining forgiveness.
Half frightened, half lonely
Reduced to half the person her family knew,
Before meeting Tony.
She half wishes he'd killed her,
Cause she feels she has nothing to live for.
Except the bairn,
But it's only a matter of time before the Socials at the door......
She'll be dead one of these days.
And what for?