Status: This is a verse novel. Warning: Involves abuse.

Invisible

Relief

He doesn't see my hair
when he first walks in
not even when he's watching Ivy sweep past me.

(Why does he watch her like that?)

He doesn't see it through
dinner, like I thought he might.
He just keeps eating while I stare at a plate of
untouched food.

(He doesn't notice I don't eat either.)

And I slink off to bed,
relief fluttering through me
even more relieved when the screams don't start.

Will tonight be silent for once?

It is silent.
I breathe more
freely than on any
other night.
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Changed the title! Hmm, should I stick with this one or what? :)