Slapped once, reassured of his love.
He broke her ribs twice. “I fell down the stairs” she said.
For him she always lied.
Pushed so hard against the door, the wood cracked. He begged for forgiveness.
Who told her of her worth, that she needed to leave to live?
Her true friends tried.
“His unfounded jealousy, blind rage were due to stress” she said.
Her excuses for him, dismayed.
The police found her dead body in a forest, battered and bruised. With no evidence nor history of violence, he was free.
So another victim he tried, while in a grave his wife laid.