The bruises stained her skin the color of unripe plums
The ones on her face already green and yellow, older
She wore them like merit badges, collecting them
He kept her inside, afraid the neighbors would see
She wanted them to see, see how she fought
She was courageous, a survivor, refused to let him win
When he went out he locked her in the bathroom
No windows to be seen, no way to run
She used this time to sleep, curled in the bathtub
Relaxing her guard, cocooned into a tight ball
She dreamed of running, escaping into the world
How long had it been since she had married him?
She called him Doctor Jekyll before she ran to hide
Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut and ride out the storms?