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Author's Note: While this did not happen to me, something similiar did happen to someone dear to me. She spent many years living this kind of life.

The last slap knocked her down to the floor
She huddled in the corner as he walked out the door
She didn't move, nor dare to breathe
She needed to know that he really did leave

A minute passed--or was it two?
Silent tears slid as she thought what to do
Time was short if she wanted to leave
Or should she stay and leave things be?

Her body protested as she gathered her strength
Grabbed on to the curtain--held on to its length
Straightened her body, and looked around
Groaned at the mess laying on the ground

With a small sigh she swept the floor
Picked up the garbage--placed it next to the door
Then walked to the bathroom to repair her face
Bruises and scratches were not to his taste

Went to the kitchen and made some tea
To settle her nerves as she waited to see
What would happen when he finally got home
She sat down to wait with a long, sad moan

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