The Last Goodbye
He would beat her up for the last time
It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him
The usual wrong word did it most days
Why do you make me do this
What is wrong with you
Forgive me
She would enjoy this one
The very last one
Bought you flowers
You know I love you
Do you
What the hell does that mean
What the hell
The drug would temporarily paralyse him
Enough time for her needs
He punched with his right fist
She cut off his arm
The odd kick with his right
She cut off his leg
He came round screaming
How you doing babe
You in pain
Don’t worry, it’ll pass
Ambulance, get me an ambulance
Say the word
Please, please
No, not that word
The other word, I love you, that one
I love you, ambulance, please, please
Babe, why did you make me do this, forgive me
Just going to take the tourniquets off
I’ll put them up here
If you get them, be quick
Remember to release them every fifteen minutes
Oh, one more thing
Love you babe.
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