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
Domestic Violence
Domestic Violence
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