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Sleeping With a Snake
I stare at the clock, wishing time would fly, Laying here thinking how I wish I could die. Here in my silence, I hear his manly grunts, Getting high off my body like he's been smokin' blunts. Seconds go slowly as time starts to laugh. Nothing at this moment exists on my behalf. He's on top of me taking complete advantage; His weight, my burden, I'm at a disadvantage. His sex is not of love but from a need to control. His thrusts push me deeper in this emotional hole. I can't even cry because I have no more tears. Never thought my man would become one of my fears. Just a few moments ago, he forced out my blood As I fell onto the carpet with a muted thud. A punch to my jaw caused my love to evacuate, Replaced by hurt, pain, and unadulterated hate. I never thought that his anger would turn physical, That his Black man temper could be stereotypical. I can't even pretend; it's like I'm being raped. Mentally trapped, I'm not sure how to escape. Tick. Tock. The clock whispers slowly. His demonic assault makes my world unholy. Tick. Tock. He humiliates my body. I once was loved now I feel like a nobody. He kisses me with the soft lips of a liar. Upon me he breathes the stench of foul desire. I used to think that this man did love me, That he adored and admired all parts of me. From that painful entry, I knew his love was fake. That moment I realized, I fell in love with a snake.
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