Abuse

You know what I see through the window of those eyes? I see a woman so fragile, so small, she is either hurdled up against the wall, or trying to break her fall, and you know the sad part is....... that's not all, because he stands upon her, he feels proud and he feels tall, he has diminished her will, it makes him enthralled, his handiwork he looks down on, it makes her skin crawl, but all this she is told, "he didn't mean it at all", forgive him, she is told he is only human after all. The fear she felt when his fingers wrapped around her neck and held her against that wall, the wound which never heals, the memory she can't help but always recall. she now awaits the day it will be her who he kills, or him who finally the falls.