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He was yelling, his eyes were red,
There were pieces of broken glass on the floor.
She was in one corner, too terrified to cry.
She dint even shiver she couldn’t move her eyelids too.

He left banging the door behind him.
She didn’t know how long she sat there.
Slowly she got up cleaned everything while tears kept flowing.
She did not feel the tears on her face.

She stood near the mirror, dressing the wound on her face.
She was not looking at herself in the mirror,
Although her eyes stood fixed on her face.
The only thing she dreaded was the doorbell, when he would be back.

All she had to do was lock the door, forever, but she couldn’t
She could not lock him out of her life. He was all she had.
She loved him. And in his twisted way,
He loved her too.

She hugged the pillow tightly and said softly, ‘I want mamma…’
When she hit rock bottom she needed her mom.
One tear dropped and the next thing she knew she was wailing…
Every time it happened, she felt dead. She died that night again.

Late night he entered, he hugged her, said, ‘Sorry, never again honey.’
He kissed her, made love, said most beautiful things.
She cried then smiled said ‘it’s ok’, knowing that it was going to happen again.
While he slept holding her, she lay awake. She had indeed been dead.

He woke up next morning, cranky for his morning tea.
The house was perfectly in place and empty, unlike last night.
The cracked mirror had a small post it on it,
‘I can’t baby. Bye’ she decided to leave and live.