Eyes Smoldering
Drunk, and his eyes smoldering,
and that’s what she hated,
drinking and he became a monster alcohol created,
he rammed into her,
a string of spit,
after the hit,
stretched across his mouth,
then he struck her again,
he was a total disgrace,
backhanded her across the face,
she felt his rage and heat,
her knees buckled,
but somehow she managed to stay on her feet,
he sensed her fear,
as he grabbed her hair,
pulled her down,
ignored the sounds
as she hit the ground,
his fist pulled back,
and on with his attack,
he struck her again and again,
and once more,
as her blood stained the floor,
her mouth swollen and bleeding,
as he ignored the pleading,
she was his wife,
but she had no more strength
to plead for her life.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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