Two Portraits Poem by Sean McCoy

What he has done
cannot be forgiven.
Violent violations
in the dead of night.
She closed her eyes
and pretended it wasn't happening.
He stole away the security
and safety she thought she had.
She sits in the corner
huddeled, crying, terrified.
He sits in the spotlight
exalted, bragging, sanctified.
In the arena
she's made out to be the criminal.
In the arena
he's made out to be the victim.
She cries herself
to sleep each night.
He laughs to himself
as he stalks each night.