Here are two poems from my, as yet unpublished pamphlet on domestic violence:

SIGNS OF HIS PRESENCE

Kitchen door dented
where your ex flew off the handle
at the slightest.

Your ears attuned

to strange cars in the cul-de-sac.

Twitch
open curtains, check.

You could not
 say his name for six months
after
 you told him to go.

SAFETY

Dumb-bell by her bedside.

Under her pillow baseball bat.
Knives on surfaces
lead poker on landing,
Knives sharp,
dumb-bell heavy
as stories of his holding
frying-pan above her head
to make his point,

He is here…
waits…
for her to be alone
to bring him out

-Paul Brookes