Slogging through the slough
She cried out in desperation
For a little juice
And excitation in the partnership
He set out to be a lover of another
Among other cruelties like
Insulting, and shaming, and demanding
Till she had no energy,
His lover clothes from the boutique
While she adorned
Her body in dull, drab, dowdy rags
Was action venom.
The deliberate mishandling, tampering playing
With her appearance
to be seen as nothing
Bruised her soul.
But bruises heal and hearts grow stronger
Breathes a little longer
Inward, looking upward.