She pressed her cheek,
Firmly against the cool window.
Hand prints sliding down the glass.
She was afraid it would come to this.
She lies her head down,
On the cool side of the pillow.
It's been months now,
Her bruises were finally healing.
Resting her head on her hand
She remembered... the before.
When he held her inside for days...
But this, this had been months.
She was a prisoner either way...
There was no getting out of this one
Jennifer Denise Darnell English
May 31st 2020