INTO THE NIGHT
People all around her are busy with their own lives.
How could they possibly know,
what would they think if they knew? Would they
believe her if she shouted it to the world?
He’s such a wonderful person
in public. She stares into the mirror, her face
almost unrecognizeable even to her.
The black eye, the swollen lips. She tugs at the collar of her blood
soaked shirt and gently rubs her bruised – broken? –
clavicle.
It is the last time, she promises herself as she glides silently
past his drunken, snoring shape.
She gently closes the door behind her,
puts the car in reverse and drives into the night.
Into her freedom,
Where ever that may be.
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