Monday, 25 March 2013


She looked toward him in honest yearning,
as she lay helpless on the kitchen floor.
Her face was strewn with tears, her cheek bloodied.
His back was turned, sweat glistening in the light.
Only silence could be heard in the room.
Both bodies, unmoving
as she reached up to wipe the tears from her face.
She couldn’t let him see her pain.
After all, she loved him, and there was nothing,
nothing, more important than that.

by Ellie Le Messurier