Scissors

sometimes we do things out of fear, out of uncertainty,
the way she moved slightly as she saw him storming towards her, his eyes red.
It was just a phone call from a friend, she thought silently quivering inside as she clenched her teeth tightly, yeah a male friend was the thought that swirled round her head,
he grabbed her and shook her almost breaking her fragile neck,
his breath covered her as his arms meant to protect held her delicate neck ,
she could see his eyes, could hear his voice, his crazy mutterings and her breathing.
Yeah, thank God she was alive and her neck hasn't snapped yet,
his roughness made her cringe,
suddenly he threw her on the bed,
she moved an inch away when he held her legs apart, like scissors,
like a prostitute she felt ashamed at the man who professed his love to her publicly,
her would be her protector.
unable to find her voice she laid down silent,
as his mutterings became a tirade,
she laid down waiting for it to stop, she could never fight it , he was his god.
then his tears came rolling down ,
pleading for forgiveness, claiming justification from God, circumstance, man.................
all she could do was shake her head in defeat,
his words ricochet in her mind ,
in her memory they painted a picture of a street stranger.