She Hides
She hides it all, always has.
She asks for help, but not the help she truly needs.
She cringes when he touches her, wishes for another's.
She cries into pillows.
She hides in the dark.
She fears the Spring and Summer.
She knows that it will be harder than.
That she won't have a place to run to.
That she won't be able to hide as much.
She wonders if the bruises will start to appear elsewhere.
She wonders if someone will figure out the truth.
Yet she knows that she hides it well.
She's had practice--- another secret she hides.
His hand crashes across her face and she wonders how to hide the bruise she knows will come as she tries to hold back tears.
Hide her fear of him.
Hide it like she does the knowledge that he isn't the man she loved.
Hide it like she does the knowledge that he isn't who he's supposed to be.
Pulling herself across the room, she crawls into a closet.
Hiding herself.
Hiding her hate.
Hiding her panic that no one will ever find her, or the secrets she hides. . .