Listening to a report on women been beaten and abused in their homes. Thinking of the horror of their lives in the very place a person should expect sanctuary from hardship and misery.
Her Home
There’s no place like home
for the nuturing of wounds
beneath the soft flesh.
Your home is your castle
with the stoutest walls
to protect your privacy.
Home is where the heart is
nailed to the bullseye
of his dart-board.
Home sweet home
where torture
fills the cupboards.
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