She raised a bloody hand

To tell her story.

But nobody

Ever called on her.

So she let out a piercing scream,

That nobody

Would ever hear.

Soon enough,

He stole her voice.

Kept it in a glass bottle

That had once held his heart.

She went to bed

With the black and blue

Wandering in her dreams,

With no wall

To keep them out.

She tried to escape his grasp.

His clutches.

But the harder she pulled

The tighter he held her

By the neck.

Day after day

Was built by pain

Until one day

She no longer felt it.

"They seemed to be happy together,

He seemed to love her,

With all of his heart."

And as she falls

Deeper and deeper into the ground,

More and more voices

Are stolen.

Someday,

We will all shout out,

And those who refuse to listen

Will be the ones silenced.

Until then,

The bruises,

The blood,

Shall forever remain.