Bitten and Bruised
When the police finally caught us
At a 'friends' in Kentucky
I didn't care if we went to jail
In there, I would be safe and lucky
The cops asked me if I was alright
I had welts and bruises from your bites
My nose had just been broken
I had just set it back right, while crying
Tears of relief fell, seeing flashing lights
My ribs were still healing
From the three weeks before
Punches reigned, and I fell
Fetal position on the floor
You'd laughed your evil laugh
Urinated on me
as you screamed, "rotten w****!"
I never felt safer in my life
As when the police put me
in the backseat of the cop car
I laughed in scared confusion, was I free?
Was it finally over?
But it will never truly be
For it sits in my mind
haunting
Always
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