Custom Made Hell

Purple stains her cheek

Swelling puffs her lip

Red blights her skin

Dripping down the alabaster

Knowing the consequences makes no difference

She cannot get away

Soft apologies

Quiet tears

Pretty words

Deft deceptions trap her here

Too weak without help

No help to be had

Doubtful hope saves her sanity

For the next day

When all starts over again

An endless circle to bind her to Hell

The only way out is that which led her inside

But the way has long since been barred

Locked in by her own fear