| A woman dressed in long black lace, with cuts and bruises all over her face. Cries a tear not meant to be shed, for she is greatful he is dead. He used to beat her and make her bleed, but he also fufilled her every need. She often wondering if he loved her so, but she knew the answer would be no. She lays down in their bed, and puts her hand where he put his head. She rememebers when he brung her such joy, but now she was just his play toy. Thinking of when she first heard his name, then she starts taking all of his blame. She falls asleep shortly after, just to be awaken by the sound of laughter. She walks into the bathroom taking his blame, for she thought it was all done in her name. She finds a peice of broken glass on the floor, she feels as if she cant take this life anymore She leans against the wall where he was shot, thoughts of death make her feel sweaty and hot. One quick slice down her wrist, the beating and pain will no longer exist. |
| A Woman |
| By:Amy Stewart |
| Copyright 2001AmyStewart@dragons |