She was covered in tattoos
the last time I saw her.
Tattoos that told different stories
one could not decipher.
She receives one every night,
Filling every inch of her skin.
She had one under her eye,
Around her arms that were too thin.
There were crashes every night
that woke up the neighborhood.
But no body bothered to check,
It was like they knew or understood.
Their house was a sign of danger,
Telling everybody to be on their way.
But I wonder that after all the warnings,
She had the courage to stay.
Stupid as I was, I just had to ask,
"After all the punches, why not leave?"
She smiled at me with her broken lip,
"I love him too much, my husband, Steve."
I watched her turn around and go,
Entering her house for another same night,
Abusive husband approaching their door,
To pick up another nasty fight.
