Sounds of metal cups and plates
he’d thrown at her still rang, tinny in her ears.
One had caught her head, she could feel
a vivid bump and little nick it left along
with all the older scars
His throwing things always the tip off
which preludes the full on assault
She’d even tinted her skin to hide each bruise
but, enough was enough
she knew now what she had to do.
She dipped her toes into the water
which was surprisingly warm
and soon she was wading deeper
Gentle ripples were now waves
but here, nothing insidious existed
and, her limbs didn’t hurt anymore
As soon as she got back to the shore
whatever it took, she was leaving.
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Strange where the wordle words take us each week. This was where they led me. I hate any type of abuse. Was going to leave it as her just being in the water and let our own minds decide on her fate but, I do like a happy ending …lol
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