Thanks to Sonya of Three Line Tales.
Credit: Les Anderson via Unsplash.
She’s stalled, shapely yellow dress;
Lips scarlet, cheeks —
White heels; dazed diamond eyes.
Hands clenched, lashes flicker midnight;
He’s there again,
Lies snicker, smoke daylight — fake.
As if his fist slipped,
Bruised purple without —
Admitting truth; he maimed her.
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