Scorn

She stared into the shattered mirror with those blackened eyes.Touching that blood on her nose and laughing at the mascara stained tears seeping down her face.Her heart beating rapidly.She could see his face in her mind.Still hear the screaming tearing her up inside.With so much sadness she knew it was time he paid his dues.Lit cigarette in shaking hands.Her bruises illuminating all the hell she knew.He told her she was his and that there was nothing she could do.Yanking off that ring she gave it a fling.Nothing could make up for how he had crushed her soul.He laid sleeping in a bed that knew no love.She had taken her last blow so she stared at that lighter with new found set.Stumbled out of the bathroom after gathering up the money she had stowed away.Then set that house of horror up in flames.Cursed his name.What did she have to lose because her sanity was never there.Staring at the house upon a hill of shame.Watched it burn.Memories fading and she heard him crying out.But she would not save her abuser.His death had given her pleasure to do.