/ your eyes \
her nose was crooked
he had wanted to make her perfect
he had made her insecure
she had a lip ring
another one of his adventures
“you’re too soft, for your own good.”
she had three cracked ribs
tripping down the stairs
because she was dizzy
and not eating
“i will not take a fat bitch with me.”
she had a bruised cheek
a reminder that he was in control
besides “beauty is pain.”
her back was scarred
“don’t you dare try to run away again.”
her eyes had constellations in them
new-world galaxies, yet to be discovered
her eyes were perfect
but she still wore contacts
because she was scared
not of him
but of his actions
one piece
one piece was all she asked for
one peice of her left unchanged
thin lines drawn upon her wrist
skillfully
a pool of blood around her
“martha winters was declared dead at 8:28 on February 2nd, 1987.”
he didn’t realize his love
was the cause of her destruction