He hit me so hard

I blacked out

left me here

cowering naked in the corner

not just my body battered but my soul

never again will it be whole

with each dig his erection grew

gone the man I once knew

this is his passion, how he gets his kicks

My supposed crime - existing

my annoying habit - breathing

Last week I watched him sleep

the knife held tight

but I couldn’t do it

don’t have it in me

I have to get out of here

but I’m paralysed with fear

he’ll only come and get me

me and our precious new baby

NO, I start planning today, we're getting away

no longer the scumbags punch-bag

the evil, wretched, ugly hag

I’m going to reclaim me

my bags packed, I can see

I smile as my blood congeals

because my soul is starting to heal

I’ll make him a cuppa tea

and not show him the new me

my insides happy and running free

I’m outta here

crushing the tablets with no fear