She came home to dust and grime,
And saved every single dime.
He sipped wine in his penthouse,
Reminisced about their vows.
He had promised her the moon
On that wintry afternoon.
She had left without a word,
Her decision undeterred.
Her bruises she didn’t conceal,
She indeed had nerves of steel.
Her freedom came at a cost,
In solitude she was lost.
But she cribbed not about hell,
For she had bid a farewell,
To the life of slavery
Beneath foams of luxury.
P.C – Kristina Tripkovic from ‘Unsplash’