trophy wife

//TW//

// Mentions of abuse, beatings//


Trophy wives,

Bruises under their eyes

Cake their faces with

Layers of foundation


To keep in the lies or keep out the questions?


9-5, they breathe relief

A "Honey, I'm home!"

Bringing memories back

Of overly cautious steps


Maybe memories was the wrong word, when all she felt was fear.


He yells at her in the car

To act normal and behave like a wife

Holding the potluck dish, she shakes

And readies herself to meet the rest


Society's reckoning, a life or death affair.


He grabs her waist as

She tries not to flinch away

Everyone fawns over their "perfect relationship"

Without paying attention to the eyes that cry for help.


She doesn't know which she hates more, the looks of awe or the beatings.


He treats me well!

She says, cowering inside

Because a reputation is surely worse

Than the bandages awaiting home


What price would you rather pay, the hospital bill, or a reputation?


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