His mouth is like a fist.
Beating into me
His harsh words.
Leaving his mark on
My heart and mind.
I am like the prisoner,
Under lock and key.
Seeing sunshine only
Through bars.
I am like the battered housewife,
Living quiet as death,
Walking like air,
So not to be noticed.
I remember when his mouth,
Like silk,
Wrapped me in soft, delicate words.
Sending me, body and mind
Into ecstacy.
I was like young debutante,
Surrounded my love and beauty.
Holding what seemed like
The whole world.
I was like the rich man,
Wating for nothing.
Because I had everything,
He gave me everything.
Until one day,
He took it all away.
He pulled my heart out at
The roots, as if it were a tree,
In the way of a new road.
Now I sit and grasp
Onto any sign
That he still loves me,
That I am still beautiful.
But his mouth,
Is like a fist.
And it beats,
And beats,
And beats me.
Leaving marks so severe,
I’m not sure
I can ever heal.
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