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An End to Abuse
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2003 Poetry I wait in the darkness,
feeling the rain in my face.
It's been way too long,
coming to this moment.
Years of abuse building up,
in my heart till this night.
I hear him as he comes near,
walking in drunken stupor.
I jump out seeing his eyes,
open wide in startled horror.
His chest filled with air
as I jam a blade into his heart,
and listen for the air to escape.
It's music to my ears as he drops,
falling to the death he deserves.
A smile of relief crosses my lips
as I whistle and walk away.
My friend's mum did that too...murdered her partner so she could be free and not be hurt anymore. It takes me back to that, your piece does, though not in a bad way.