Scarlet N crimson drops,
rape my fresh white gown,
as the hard knuckled Fist,
smashes my wedding face.

I am lost, I am lost,
my brain reels as,
white hot pain,
sears my vision,
Slam! . . . The Fist .

I am flying, I am flying,
my body flung hard,
against a yellow wall,
again The Fist, crashes my jaw.

I am screaming, I am screaming
my thoughts browned to dull,
bounce off blood stained halls,
my ears hear .. . fear, The Fist.

I am dreaming I am dreaming
blows rain down,
darkness draws close,
limp like rag doll,
The Fist, no more.

The legal blue man
towers over The Fist,
to take it away,
with charges to be pressed,

I am crying I am crying
this I cannot do,
It is my husband. . . .
my lover . . .

MY FAULT.