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he said it would never happen again

well, guess what

never finally awoke from that same dream

he had been living in

just like they said

and I'm the one who must once again

pick up what is left of the still shaking

pieces

the ones he all too easily disregarded as my

worthless, wounded feelings

the honeymoon is not only over

it is dead

laying prone and lifeless right along side

all my previously beaten and battered hopes

I can hear the taxi I phoned for earlier

pull up out by the curb

a meaningful and self fulfilling life

breathlessly awaits me

at last

starting once I am safely tucked inside

that welcome cab's confines

luck it seems is to alas be mine

as it hauls me and my once again, for the

last time, battered and bruised sad self

over to the entrance office at the local

women's shelter

though I have not a dime nor an item to my

name

I find myself quite rich in my final rock

bottom decision

I shall never be knocked around nor down

again

I shall remain ever the victorious truth

and revived self respect

guide me in my charged and glorious fight

to gain escape

where as he is left on the cold kitchen

tiles

where he belongs

knocked unconscious by my trusty companion

and last minute weapon

my now lethal cast iron skillet

(a belated anniversary gift he once gave me)

with a lit cigarette still burning in his hand

by the police finding him

they too in my arrest will unknowingly free

me of a most degrading imprisonment unto hell

now he is alone in his vicious lair of evil

and punishable hate

and I am strangely enough in a dingy yellow

cab

my shimmering chariot draws away from my disgust

and the curb

whisking me off to meet my kind, handsome prince

atop a white fiery steed

who is aptly enough named

my intended destiny!.................

(Oct. 17, 1996)