Suffering #writebravely

The clock struck one
She shuddered, terror-struck
Anticipating timorously
The door flinging open
Her heart beat frantically
Her palms sweaty, greasy
Her eyes shut tight
Every sound alarming her
Then it happened, she knew
Like it did every month
His whole month’s pay
Lost to gambling and drugs
An errant tear rolled down
As she repented yet again
No god or men of god
Could take away her pain
She was a wife, a mother
But for him, a piece of flesh
To be ravaged, traded freely
In their life she lived her death

I’m taking part in the Write Tribe ProBlogger Challenge

Prompt: Pattern

Write Tribe



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