She had a poem, 

and wrote it all down 

because she thought it would help

if she wrote it all out. 

She about at first

when his eyes made her glow

then the middle

when neither were so sure

and the end 

when he began to swing

when he left welts, bruises, and scars

when his eyes made her glow

just before he began to swing.

She set down the pen. 

Put the poem away

and remembered how 

he had begged her to stay

just before he began to swing

she wasn't quite sure

how long this would last

but it only hurt for a moment

but it only welted for a minute

but it only bruised for days

but it only scarred... for a lifetime. 

He eyes never made her glow 

she was crashing

accepting what she never deserved.

She fell to the kitchen floor

and didn't think

she could get up anymore.