April 19th — A Poem A Day

Battered Rose We married in June surrounded by roses and joy everlasting. October arrived crimson called forth by your flying fist. As leaves fell from trees, and the cool night air grew chill, my pride withered, too. Apologies and remorse bathed me after each bruising. January found me huddled against sudden violent flurries. You hated … Continue reading April 19th — A Poem A Day