Summer sky eyes

I don't know where I pulled this one from to be honest !!

Ive done a couple of projects on this subject in the past

while at college, maybe it stems from there ??

Broken, dazed, she sits alone,
receiver hanging, off the phone.
Her towel wrapped body, grazed and sore,
discarded cloths, on a blood soaked floor.

She waits in silence, oblivious of time,
sipping, occasionally, on a glass of wine.
Eyes transfixed, on the lounge room door,
a sickening anger runs through her core.

She loved him once, before all this,
his warm embrace, and tender kiss.
The way he smiled, lit up his eyes,
like a watery reflection, of a summer sky.

Why he changed, she would often ask,
what went wrong, it happened so fast.
The caring stopped, replaced with rage,
good to bad, with the turn of a page.

Months of violence, and mental abuse,
never a reason, never induced.
His constant drinking, was never explained,
she just stopped asking, her life force was drained.

Now she sits, on a chair, with a glass of wine,
with his blood, on the floor, oblivious to time.
she waits, for sirens, a bang on the door,
men with badges, spouting the law.

His body will be found, next to the bed,
with a hole in his heart, and a gash on his head.
They will follow a trail, right down the hall
into the kitchen, all over the walls.

She will recognise faces, reading her rites,
officers called out, to previous fights.
She shows no emotion, when cuffed on the floor,
by the same policemen, that chose to ignore.

As she travels in a car, with her wrists wrapped in steel,
the pills that she swallowed, will change how she feels.
Her last breath she will gasp, and a tear she will cry,
as she remembers her love, with the summer sky eyes.

Published 2010/04/19