Poetry I wrote

Her name was Nicole

Her body is black and blue
the blood is fresh and new
the bruises are well hid
keeping the secrets of all the things he did
he tells her that he loves her
with each and every blow
her blood is on his hands he just can’t let her go
he cries out in his shame
she makes him behave insane
round and around her life spins
Russian roulette’s the game
Round and around her life spins
She must take the blame
the game starts again with each day
this wicked game they
he tells her that he loves her as she cowers on the floor
he will make her sorry as he evens up the score
no one saw her tears not once in all those years
His hands are shaking , she isn’t waking he dialed 911
The operator hears him screaming
“oh my God look what she has done”
Round and round her life spins
Russian roulette is the game
Round and around her life ends
who will recall her name