"Objects in a mirror are closer than they appear."

The fallen know this as true
She lies beaten, black & blue.


Splatters
Drips of red
Alive? Yes
But she wishes she was dead.

Just as the monster appeared
He is gone
She lies there wondering
What she ever did so wrong.

Wiping her eyes
She squabbles for help
Her tiny little body
Bruised & whelped.

He retreats
Back into the Abyss
The harm that has been done
Nothing was missed.

He drowns out the thoughts
His words from before
When he whispered in her ear
"My little whore."

A giggle & chuckle
Escape his grim
What is life anyway?
It's all a sin.

The sting he loves
Travels head to toe
Will he ever feel remorse?
We will never know.

Never judge a book by the cover
It's always been said
Never trust, never really
It can be your death bed.

Fantasy went out
Reality came in
Everything morphed
Into 'Has been.'

This sinner's delusions are the saint's Reality. This monster is among us.