I ran my fingers over each scar, each scab, each bump, each bruise...
I closed my eyes to shut out the world.
I touched my tendered lips and winced, 'fore my gash began to ooze.
Flashbacks.. punched. slapped. hurled.
This was not the man I married.
How did he turn into this beast?
His child in my stomach I carried.
He did not hit her at least.
I long to jump in the ocean and swim.
Where did this innocent man go?
I miss him..
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