Looking closely in the mirror  to see
if make~up covered the bruise
something she normally would not use

she drops her hand from her face
hair falling back in place
mind is dull as is her care level
tired tired tired go back to bed

a wish in her head yes of bed
dream of love long dead

mirror beckons one more time
work work for another dime

domestic violence so it’s called
survival screams silently in her head
mentally her fist are balled