Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk

She opened her eyes.
The grey dawn was spreading in the skies.

Memories of last night came back.
Of her so called "beloved's" brutal attack.

The beatings and the disgrace.
Her own pillow pressed into her face.

Suffocating her, smothering her.
Till the brink when her life was in danger.

Even now her body felt the pain.
Her pillow was still damp and it wasn't due to the rain.

Outside her window, the thunderstorm burst.
She clamped the pillow over her head and cursed.

She always thought he loved her.
Now she knew better.

It was easier to hide below her pillow.
Life there was comfortably dark and slow.

But it was time to pick up the pieces.
Time to get up and iron out the creases.