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The Arrival of Justice

she cowers in the corner when he comes home the mere clomp of the boots make their way to the room wherein she is hiding her breathing rapidly increasing her heart thumping louder than his footsteps growing closer while she tries to work out her next move she is pulled out from under the bed by her ankles what happens next you imagine in your worst terror if you can picture a glass bottle being forcefully thrown point-blank at a plane of brand-new asphalt smashing splintering all over the place cutting slicing hurting maiming everything in its path the shards never to be removed but instead to inflame infect to etch permanent physical scars in her skin to mirror to echo the emotional the mental scars vibrating maddening throughout her body the cycle continues day after day week after week year after year the whole while making any possible memory of what he was before it all began when she swore herself to him when they smiled together when the proverbial demons were nowhere to be seen yet now they are all that she sees without a free moment to breathe anything but fear sadness blood still caked on the side of her cheek she slides quicker quicker quicker into the red the darker the color as the pain explodes in her brain as each day’s torment torture brings what she never thought possible a new surprise of momentously malicious proportions until she breaks like the glass he broke a hundred thousand times she closes her eyes grips whatever is heavy blunt sharp killing device with both hands comes crashing down hard swift powerful with every bit of strength that she has inside her that she has kept pent up inside the whole while she has been beaten beaten beaten for years now always covering up her wounds sharing not a second of her story to anyone always lying to her best friends her family now all ending all wrapping up the story when his head smashed like glass spattered gushing flowing a maroon pool all over the floor she drops the instrument of her freedom from him her freedom from all the pain she lifts her head she does not cry a tear for all her tears have been cried out she leaves the room in silence a silence so sweet it sings a million new melodies which illustrate the possibility of a new beginning.

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Date: 6/19/2011 2:37:00 PM
Very well written but oh so sad Andrew. The title says it all. Anne
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