Her Best
A tear slides down her velvet face as she hears the car
A muffled sob earns her a beating, her man’s back from the bar
Held against the grimy wall his breath comes hot and sweet
The wall is her new bed, devoid of love and sheets
Afraid to die, but not to cry, her tears begin anew
The poor girl thinks she’s safe, but he’s not done with you
The stampede of feet is the only hint of the destruction he has brought
The only folly in her life was that comfort was what she sought
Peering down he looks through eyes that see her at her worst
She looks up in fear, with eyes unclear, uncomprehending what she’s worth
Her feeble frame barely holds against the onslaught of his fists
She is left unconscious, dreaming of why she should exist
When she awakes she is alone, the door is bolted shut
With tears she crawls across the floor covered in his smut
In the tub she surveys the bruises on her chest
When her man comes home, she must be at her best
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