Poem inspired by another character taking form in my head for future novel.
She hears footsteps near
he hears sounds of sleep
her body fills with fear
he steps over her feet
icy floor chills her bones
bed creaks as he retires
stiff as a corpse she remains
his snoring chords string higher.
Behind closed eyelids, visions besiege her
his face in her space
she does a reverse pace
his hand bid embrace
she cringes under his disgrace
his fingers dig through her lace
her arm, blue and sore
he tightens his grasp
she cowers into a sphere
he kicks her rear
her mind disappears
as pain excessive to bear;
A new vision appears,
she sees wings fanned
she is unmanned
she flies
beyond the blue expanse
where sparkles ignite.
Light and joy!
Drone of snores cease
she prepares to appease
he saunters out the room
she braces for doom
Slam!
his bellow reaches her ears
she stumbles out and peers
he lay sprawled on the floor
she observed red pool by the door
a spill, oily and sleek
his desire for floors so sheen
a misstep, an imbalance, a wobble
the iron bar, his head, he was not supple.
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