Hurting
HURTING
He hit me again and this time I couldn't stop it,
The last time he did it he promised he wouldn't do it again,
So I believed him.
Last night he choked me,
I could feel my breathe slip out slowly,
I guess he stopped when he saw my eyes gorged out,
I couldn't stop it.
Today morning he ripped my dress off,
I could feel him thrust himself in and out as he beat the out of me in between breaks,
I couldn't stop it.
Am helpless, weak, terrified,
Am afraid that my son will wake up to my lifeless body,
Am stuck, I can't stop it
Charity Khanyelei
Copyright © Charity Khanyelei | Year Posted 2019
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