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Love Hurts



‘Kiss me’ She said her eye blackened and red

Squeeze the life from me with your boot at my head

‘Hold me’ she whispered. Don’t fill me with dread

His answer was to slam the door instead



‘He loves me ’She said her eyes blackened and fleeting

To the door where he is now retreating,

After Years of abuse, her confidence seeping,

With   each   and  every  consecutive    beating.



‘He’s   under stress’ she coos as her twins suckle at her swollen breasts

‘He’s   jealous, I   must   confess,  I push him to do it,   I wont let him rest’

Kiss me again on lips bloody and raw

She’s on her knees now, hugging the floor.

He screams as he enters ‘you bloody whore!’



‘He loves me she says’.



The indent of a fist adorns her cheek

So many scars his fury has wreaked.

Her eyes blackened and blind

Her fingers trembling

He doesn’t mean to be unkind



Make love to me caress my battered limbs

Her body shaking with fright

He  surveys  his  art  with  demonic delight



Her body absorbs the punches again and again

Blood flowing like a  tropical  rain

Surprise me with kindness

But   if  you  must, Then  beat  me  your  highness.



To protect the children and innocents

We must join together and stop the violence.