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Band Aids and Cement
it frightens her
when he lets the pills
and silence
move his fists
in rapid succession
against the dry-wall
plaster,
paints his knuckles
in bloody anger
flecked
w/hopeless,
white cement.
She wraps his enraged,
scarlet mess
in bandages and tears,
again,
terrified, resigned
to what keeps her
imprisoned
in his pain and
her addiction.
