The clock struck one
She shuddered, terror-struck
Anticipating timorously
The door flinging open
Her heart beat frantically
Her palms sweaty, greasy
Her eyes shut tight
Every sound alarming her
Then it happened, she knew
Like it did every month
His whole month’s pay
Lost to gambling and drugs
An errant tear rolled down
As she repented yet again
No god or men of god
Could take away her pain
She was a wife, a mother
But for him, a piece of flesh
To be ravaged, traded freely
In their life she lived her death

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Prompt: Pattern

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  1. This is a harsh reality. You have expressed the emotions so well. I could feel those emotions when I read it…

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