Domestically Unbalanced

Two black eyes and a broken nose
When you came round mine today
You said after you left the pub last night
You were attacked in the alleyway.

You said three men attacked you,
That you never saw it coming
They punched and kicked you to the ground
And you had no chance of running.

Something in your eyes was wrong
I knew your story wasn't true.
But what are you supposed to say
When your best mate lies to you.

Two weeks back it was the same thing
But the story was less violent,
After another evening beating
Had been delivered with less intent.

I didn't question then, likewise
I didn't this time either
Instead I hoped you'd tell the truth
Not trying to be the great deceiver.

For hours I had heard you,
Sigh and wheeze in pain
When you said the one who did this
I knew by face and name.

You see the thing is mate...I
I didn't get jumped you said,
I arrived home last night safely
I was beaten up by our lass instead.

I walked into the front room
She just sat there in silence
I went to sit beside her
And then started the violence.

I never hit her, I swear to you
And I didn't provoke her either,
You should know it's not the first time
But I swear this time I'm gonna leave her.

I have to see a specialist
Ruptured is my eye they think
They say I could go blind in that eye
I'm in agony when I blink.

Rolling trouser legs up to show me
And taking his shirt off too
He revealed bite marks and bruises
I still cannot believe any human could do

He'd been bitten on his arms and legs
His back and thighs and chest were blue
His face was scabbing after being scratched
The fresh blood on his face was new.

I have never seen him look so bad
Pale and weak and helpless,
Looking at the ground feeling the shame
Beaten abused and lifeless.

Copyright © Matthew P. Nicholson 2007

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