Megan's Life

He grasped his hands upon her throat
And held her to the wall
He was more than six foot strong
And she but weak and small

She was not to say a word
No matter who or what
He called her by the usual name
You dirty little slut

Was it ever better then
Has love gone this far south
She curled into a little ball
With blacken eyes and bloody mouth

Tomorrow he'll say he's sorry
For what a fool he's been
But it won't be too long before
His anger turns again

Copyright2003©Gerald King