He’d coat his tongue with sour lies,
Hold a gaze she learnt to despise.
Revelled when he made her twitch,
swiped her away as if an itch.
Punch a fist beside her head,
Force himself upon the marital bed.
She would blink, flinch, jump and twitch,
He’d call her his whore his stinking bitch.
She fought and pushed through the night,
with every breath and all her might
She bore a child that she would love
They held fast hand to glove.
Softly suckled him to her breast
concentrated on how to be the best.
Children came they grew strong,
Proud and good, knew right from wrong.
The day came when they left the nest
put their lives to the test.
On that morn as the sun lit up the sky
She believed in herself and with head held high…
Pulled on her coat without a goodbye
And left the bastard high and dry.
