The knife is at her throat
She’s too afraid to scream
He whispers hatred
And anger
In her ears
He beats her when she cries
He whips her with his words
Every laugh like a knife through
Her heart.
She thought she knew him
But she was wrong.
He forces himself on her
As she cries and screams
He loves the fear in her eyes
Her pleading only excites him more
As soon as it started
It’s over
The pain is overwhelming
He laughs as she sobs
She’s ashamed
And blames only herself
He walks out of the door
And she curls into her sheets
Crying and wishing she were dead
And Gone.