He abused her delicate hungers, taking
everything a self-seeking ego demands, as it
thumps through bulwarks of breakable emotions,
leaving them defenseless and tattered. Goaded
by fear into assaultive submission, wounded,
maltreated, - powerless alone to shackle his bad
bad boy comportment and vile insecurities.
Then suddenly the woman became furious;
piqued like a baneful, offended child, demanding
her revenge from the last lullaby of a wicked
dream. Apathy smashed into fierce, portentous
altercations, as she bled out her hemorraged
wounds into volcanic explosions, more ravenous
than demons feasting on a deported soul.
Domination struggles were dreadfully perilous
like growling Pit Bulls fighting in a bedroom closet,
bitch temper snarly, lethal as two King Cobra
snakes cornered in a flaming, tempestuous
orb. His drunkenness unremorseful; a rehab
coward standing in the shadows of pathetic
justifications for behaviors he refused to own.
There is no everlasting salvation for men seeking
to gratify their own evil, especially those living
misogynistic, sin splurged lives. Such were the fires
that burned down redemption on the days
he physically beat her. A woman’s hope shattered
into chards of broken memories, as angry scars
rose from the black eyes of yesterday to fight back.
He called her a whore, a witch … not one thing
true. Every slander false, used only to insult and
humiliate what remained of her broken spirit. She
was now confined like a lightning bolt in an hour
glass, as his swears grew intense with vulgarity;
violence erupting into flying fists, hair pulling,
ball kicking, and bites wherever teeth would fall.
The prick accused her of cheating, but none
of it was fact. Money missing his fault to run out
and buy more crack. Yet he blamed her anyway,
with arguments that now turned deadly when
both decided to run, he to another woman, she
to buy a gun. Restraining orders were violated,
every single one, until she finally blew him away.
utterly captivating
utterly captivating
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