¨My entire body trembles,
quaking rage pours from my pores.
One too many times,¨ she says,
¨just like every other time.¨
¨Hush, let her feel it.¨
¨I cannot,
will not.
Dont put me through this again,¨
she pleads through the curtain
of tears obscuring her face.
¨Dont let it end like this,¨
the fear is that she too
is at an end,
¨too many times
the bookcase,
cluttered desk,
dirty floor have bailed me out.¨
Surveying the tender new bruises
she smashes again, her swelling fist.
¨Ill be ok, I swear it, as soon as
I can register this feeling.¨
She will learn
how quick turns
lost loves despair to disaffection.













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