LEAVE

Go to your closet
pull back the doors
find that pink blouse
and your pair of jeans
cover your skin
the parts with the hues
that tell of your husband
and his abuse
Don't tell a soul
Don't ask for help
He's all you have
Your own living hell
or you could choose
not to listen to me instead
and one day
they might not find you dead
so grab the kids
forget the things
get in the car
and LEAVE