Pure torture

The blood drips down my face and

 Crimson stains my white roses.

Like Medusa I was once beautiful,

Someone that men worshiped,

Until love came along and

Turned me into a monster.

And now, no one remembers my beauty.

I can no longer turn men to stone

How I wish I could have turned him to stone but

 Would that be the end of me?

Would I die at the hands of this man?

Long and loud, my screams should have

Stopped him

Screaming as if I was a banshee

And death was coming.

Death would be easy, quick

But this is long, drawn out like

 The blood from my body.

5 years of marriage and

3 children means nothing to him

And yet I tell you now

Child bearing hurts less than the pain he gives

His weapons all like thunder bolts

Tell me how I can run from his wrath?