Behind the Yellow Tape- New Poem!!!!

Behind the Yellow Tape

Her stark silence screams out into the dark;
She’s tried to run and hide, to stay away-
But his battering hands make their black mark.

Somewhere outside, their panicked puppy barks,
He’s felt those fists in his own dreary day;
Her stark silence screams out into the dark.

Baby lies crying, lost in a hot remark;
At least she’s not remembered in his rage
While his battering hands make their black mark.

She claims the bruises are simply birthmarks,
But they see the dried blood on her grey face;
Her stark silence screams out into the dark.

He drags her ankle, a mad, frenzied shark;
He hasn’t use for a broken toy anyway.
And his battering hands make their black mark

He’s left the heavy front door slammed ajar-
You can still see where the shattered body lay;
Her stark silence screamed out into the dark,
But his battering fists left their red mark.