Your vulnerable beauty lies there exposed and with threats you are tied, muted screams for help seldom leave split lips and too many silent tears you have cried.
Their fists of thunder make your perfect blood drip, it is an empty punishment, completely demoralising and your unwavering courage they slowly flay and strip.
Your spoilt skin marks scars where more hurt lies, as their anger spills into a storm capable of sinking ships. Now I beg you, why don't you flee, why won't you fly?
Your pain is composed of loves consumed fingertips, those deep sullen bruised rings encircle your eyes and your body is marked by a once loving grip.
But within you it burns, your spirit stirs and the anger is rising, with boldness returns sudden strikes, screams and kicks. This love can never be repaired no matter how much they apologise.