Did He?

Did he lay down the glass?

That left scars

As you tiptoed through life

Stumbling around his evil

And avoiding his eyes,

The colours you turned at his hands

Maps of bruises, Line your skin

Like soldiers

Each one the mark

Of a different battle

Each one the owner

Of a different story

Did he know?

That one day you would no longer

Fight back

Instead choosing to escape

The only way you knew how

Valerie Masters