His double fists of knuckle rings to my brain
Replays over and over and over again
A lifetime movie 3D with blood stains
To lift my broken body, it’ll take more than a crane
His double fists of knuckle rings to my brain
Compare it to a head on collision of 2 subway trains
I thought he was sweet, loving, innocent, turning the pages of Twain
Loving every inch of me in tune with the drops of rain
But with the thunder emerged a monster
Throwing me against the windowpane
No more candy canes or sweet treats on Mulberry Lane
Mr. Morris did you physically assault the victim?
No, no I didn’t your honor!
Is he sneaking a little wink-wink, trying to con her?
He is straight jacket insane
His double fists of knuckle rings to my brain
Replays over and over and over again
He had a choice, but blacked out and couldn’t refrain
Now I’m wishing he would disappear or suffer a death defining trick of Blane
But no magic can erase my pain
I relive it, ground hog day
Now I’m insane
About the Creator
MJ Savino
MJ is Poet, Freelance Writer, Blogger, Journalist, and Publicist
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