Purple polka dots decorate her arms and legs

She is sitting on the bed watching the fan when

He enters and demands to know

Why aren't you ready yet?

She stares at his empty eyes and shrugs as she dresses herself

She puts on the same sundress she wore the night he proposed

Will you marry me?

And she remembered those summer nights tangles in his arms for hours

She remembered when those arms felt safe and warm

But now all she sees are her arms

Violet and blue and black

And she gets up

She looks in the mirror and crimes

There's no point in fighting

When all he'll do is fight back