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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required not like a Christian, but like a victim. I prayed like a woman afraid, afraid I was the sacrifice to his vice. I would lie awake then. I lie awake now as my heartbeat hammers my breastbone like a blacksmith, I remember… I remember in a pale cringe, I sniffled. My blood polka-dotted a white floor that smeared an inkblot of me. A split lip, half-wit tamed by the maim of his fist. His madman’s magma buried me, a lingual lava flow that hardened as it cooled. My sense of self turned to obsidian. I fractured. Tears slashed like shards. I bled self-esteem. He preyed on me as I prayed to him like he was a god. Please forgive me! It’s all my fault! On my knees I was dead to myself. He split my skin. Stripped me to my bones. His vulture needs I remember. My emotional remains he savored, flavored with backhands and vodka bottle bottoms. I seethed in sour juices of moonshine abuses. I counted moons and contusions. I counted each stitch needled through my skin. My heart quilted with clichés; I love you. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again. I seized my breath so's not to moan or implode. As I exhale I remember I fantasized of blasting him to the belly of Hell when I’d usher vengeance inside our back door. Reaper’s reckoning when this battered forget-me-not shattered his bones with buck-shot scatter. Damn! I’d have paid the devil for a jail cell to be free. A candlelight-night bruised by cruiser lights: I remember I prayed like a victim to 911. Oh God! Please God! Help me! He's gonna kill me! I pressed bleeding heart flowers between diary pages, diary pages without words cried to be heard. Concussion dreams panic my pulse, dilate my eyes! Oh, dreamless sleep, grant me deceased peace. Until night hags of nightmares die I will remember...
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