Abuse

Purple skin lies within the wreck of these clothes,

the harsh abuse, the simple use, all no one knows.

The forgotten tears, far gone years, all dead and gone.

No one heard them cry, scream, or die...no, not one.

The body crept over, the dried blood scrubbed,

the corpse now lifeless, the eyes empty like duds.

The water running on the hands, blood seeping in the drain,

thinking over that they are a drunken mess, yet again and again.

Cleaning the body, the broken glass, deep in thought.

Regretting what has happened, later regretting getting caught.