Blow to her throat
ended the good life she dreamed
of living, her funeral cortège
swaying uphill to the chapel
and just before Easter
what a shame—
she should have fought back
instead of hitting the mirror
with her fist.

you did it to yourself
that bruised eye

I said

you should have
bloodied his face instead

        I said

you can be brave
if you want, you’ve got it in you

But she didn’t listen
they don’t do they, running off to the shelter
then back again, all forgiven
‘til next time

Believe me, even if she’d lived
she wouldn’t have stood up to him
sweet girl, no cheeks left
to turn, like it says
the pearl of great price

Nice he found that white dress
to bury her in
before they took him away
she loved silk.