Through The Keyhole

The locked door, a flimsy barier

Keeping their secrets safe within

Not knowing I am still here,

Watching through the keyhole

 

I see her sitting silently,

Curled up in a comfy chair,

A book in her hand,

Lost in a world better than her own

 

He comes in, ready for a fight,

Stumbling into the room,

Falling over his own big feet,

Knocking the book out of her hand

 

The sound of his hand hitting her face revolts me

She offers no protection but he doesn’t care

He knows she won’t try and stop him anymore

Then there is a chilling silence.

 

I stand up smiling, ringing the door bell

There is help almost here

She knew but he didn’t, that I,

Was standing here watching through the keyhole.

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