Ana Walshe: I Have Questions

How many times did you forgive,
Forget he said he would kill you
Before you married him?
Did he smile as you walked down the aisle
the way he smiled on his perp walk?

The bruises you showed on instagram
Were proud badges of your loyalty
To a man who had no heart,
no conscience, no sympathy.

No one knows where you are,
But he does.
Pieces of you on a rug, on the floor, in garbage bags, in the basement.
the rest of you may have been used for energy
to power the entire city...
You never shined brighter than you did that day.

You look so happy dancing, smiling,
posing on your wedding day.
He was proud to show you as his trophy wife,
and equally proud to take your life

Being a mother to his children did not save you,
Being beautiful did not save you.
Wealth and success did not save you.
But you became front page news
Because you are the perfect victim.

Because he said he was sorry,
Because he had suffered so much
Because he had so much promise
You gave him another chance,
Until you had no more chances.