Battered

I thought I was marrying a man
who loved me. Perhaps

I was. Perhaps he did.
All I say is - I married a man.

Can this be him? Those
familiar hands now fists. No!

A striking resemblance? Yes.
Shh! He's coming. I must go.



Copyright Bernard Young 2010-12-16

I have visited this subject before Punchbag but after some of the comments and information I received, and after some of the reading I did, I was moved to tackle it again.