The Last Slap

by reginadee2014

Battered Wife 32718366_s

The Last Slap

Regina Puckett

The four walls of this house

Snares the tiny, frightened mouse

She scurries, trying so hard to hide

But the two of them still collide

So pay no attention to the screams

He says not everything is as it seems

The bruises are nothing more

Than her running into a door

Her shouts, tears and day-to-day pleas

Are only branches rattling in the breeze

So let the tiny mouse scurry around

No one cares if he hunts her down

And if she never makes it out of his trap

Don’t blame yourself for not hearing the last slap