Poem - No title

No title yet, but this one is an attempt to write a poem based on a true story!

She aches when the light sneaks in the crack of the slowly opening door
her insides begin to rip and tear again, this way since ten
the hands that once held her gently now slither down her back
and no one knows
the scars on her arms a crude reminder of his late night transgressions
swollen and red from the attempt to erase the pain her heart
can no longer bear
one day soon she will fly with Angels wings from this mess
from her pain and suffering and helplessness
but tonight the door cracks open slowly as to not make a sound
and the sliver of light crawls into bed with her once again
she hides her head in her knees as his fingers search the dark
they find their mark
and she dies a little more tonight!