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Abuse
I feel your bones give way beneath my fist and remember all the black eyes she came home with.
How could you think it was okay to lay a hand on her, you f***ing piece of s***.
I'll show you just how much of a mistake you made.
I can't repay enough the debt that must be repaid.
I fall another blow and am pleased to hear the pop.
When you were hitting her, like you, did she lay there screaming stop?
I'm not going to kill you, I'm above you, you should know.
But I want you to have to explain the black eyes that you'll show.
You scum, you're worthless to this world, I can't believe she let you kiss her.
But I won't stop next time you lay a finger on my sister.
As a victim of domestic violence myself, this poem touched me on a deep level. Thanks for going there. . .
very good poem.
I like this poem, has emotion to it. I like the last few sentances, keep writing. Youll go far.