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Because He Beats Me
Because He Beats Me
Back I go into the den of tears
Splashing them across my face
The ones I have shed before
The memories
Some I have saved for years I this horrid place
Standing still I await the blow
My head - My back - My abdomen
Reality strikes
It seems so slow
I am paying for my sins
He loves me – He loves me not
Like picking pansies as they grow
He chose me for this lot
The tender kiss soft as a butterfly’s wing
So special I feel when he’s near
Oh, how my heart does sing
Making up is romantic dew
A glow beyond belief
Discolored speckled vision cleared
It all boils down with grief
Like a Lassie runs I make my way
A carpet for his feet
Bruises show a clotted flow
That fade well in a week…
I plot to steal away
Saving money for my future stay
He breaks my sofa – Says he’s take my life
I am his come what may
Stored anger churns deep within my soul
Backdrop game of blissful years
My bloodshed can never atone… Neither can the tears
For each mirror shows traces of healthy mane
I return faithful in fear
Unchanged
Because
He
Beats Me
- (c) Emily C. Archer
Copyright ©
Emily C. Archer
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