Behind the smeared makeup and haunted eyes,

lie the tear-stained depression as bruises blossom across sunken cheek bones.

No one sees beyond the facade other than delusion extending its codeine-coated hand,

and they soon become the best of friends in the blank face of isolation.


Sobbed gasps shatter  ribs already compromised by the fists of her  abuser,

but she’s  convinced that it’s deserved for disobedient behavior.

A longing gaze grasping at any escape goes unnoticed by all,

even as the sunkenness spreads throughout her countenance.


Deserted and abandoned, the downward spiral continues as the mind breaks and the body splinters to show the ruined person beneath.

Only then does she realize that everyone can see her for who she is; the vulnerability is perceived as weakness, casting the afflicted from the fakest of flocks.


All that’s left is to wear the pain like a mark of honor,

constructing  new masks with alarming frequency to avoid suspicion even as the splinters carve her face into an unrecognizable mess of flayed  flesh.


No one gives a shit until the end looms, an inevitability rather than a possibility easily rectified.


Author’s Words for Thought

“Abuse can make you feel straitjacketed. You may develop physical or emotional reactions to swallowing your anger, such as depression, nightmares, emotional numbing, or eating and sleeping problems, which your partner may use as an excuse to belittle you further or make you feel crazy.” –Lundy Bancroft