Zywa Summer wound

The door is open
Something happened and I
don't dare to move

Was there a man?
Where are her clothes?
What is this smell?

Should I call the police?
Her hand lies protectively
between her legs

Did she hear me?
She doesn't look up, something
is wrong, she is despondently

slumped against the bed
the sheets pulled to the floor
under her bare lower body

the clip still in her hair

Poem 4066
Amsterdam, 2021-10-30

Summer Interior (Edward Hopper)
Painting
Collection: Local contractions 
Keyword: Abuse (at home) 
Tribute to: Hopper, Edward 
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