Salty Pillow


A pillow swims in salty tears

Puffy and swollen are her eyes

One day to the other blends as many

An un tanned line on her finger evidence she cant leave behind

Torn heart and a broken arm

She waits till early morning

He sleeps sound as her feet touch the ground

So careful not to make a sound in her closet she has found

A large duffel bag she packs without a sound

Barefoot she makes her way through the night

Leaving the beatings and bruises behind

She welcomes her new life

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