Infliction

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

The door bellows with anger,

it demands to be opened.

It pushes and pushes with all of its might.

Her fear keeps the door tightly secure, 

but she was trembling as a result.

Her determination is fueled with adrenaline and her memories.

She is driven by the flashbacks.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

Even stronger than before the door continues to bellow. 

The voice behind the door is finally heard. 

His deep, low tone reminds her of his considerable stance.

He is a looker, but does not see.

His beauty is only skin deep,

his mind is filled with disturbance, 

and his heart has deteriorated.

The rage in his words no longer affects her.

She does not speak, she does not obey, but she stands grounded on the other side.

This is not the first or last round.

Finally, the door is silent and calm.

The girl exhales her fear for now and examines herself in the mirror.

She does not see herself just a girl with rich skin and a beaten face. 

She does not see the beast within him, but a man who suffers a disease so fierce.

He recognizes her beauty, but does not awknowledge her love. 

He knows she is his, not by love, but by the fear he inflicts in her.

The girl does hold so much beauty, but she is blind.