Domestic Violence
Domestic Violence
She who was there
For her before
Needs her now
She is sitting
Across from her
At the kitchen table
The tea over
Steeped in her hands
When into the silence
A square of light –
The glare from
A passing bus –
Slides along the wall
And makes her
Friend flinch
“It’s only light”
She says to she
Who was there
For her before
But she forgives her
For being afraid
Of something moving
Swift as a fist
Along a wall
After all
She has told her