“Bad Memories”

This was bound to happen,

Elusive morning,

Damn you!

Precious, pretty memories are no more.

Rushes in the violence,

Memoirs of a broken,

Battered woman.

Sixteen, pregnant most assuredly no child.

I do not know why he beat her

With that ax handle,

But he did.

She was only protecting her daughter.

I can speak no more of this,

Pain tears at my soul,

Tears wrack my body.