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Domestic Violence Blows
I suppose the blows from
your dark fist gets softer
with time spent running
for my life I mean your
face seems to fade a little
bit more when I’m sitting
in mass or singing in the
choir tears always roll just
thinking how god must’ve
felt watching you blungeon
my back always my back
remember you rushed behind
pretending you were giving me
a big hug and brutally crushed
my chest with your bare hands
what a gifted batterer watching
my injured breastbones pertrude
on my sides but twisting my
arm was the worse only because
I got to see the way your tongue
hung your mouth like you were
working on a car trying to remove
a stubborn bolt when a loud pop
there you got it my arm hung like
slinky the blows I suppose are a
bit lighter now overtime I mean
useful tips tea bags dark glasses
I still have no feeling in the dent
in my back where that giant stone
landed my doctors treated with
gauze cellulitis infection nerve
damage I always felt the blow’s
should someday become a bit softer
over time I never waited around
to see your response not the
last time I fled it finally sunk
in that you was actually going
to kill your wife if I stayed it
would be my fault that you
murdered your own wife
I would be the blame for my
own murder so I ran and ran
even today I look over my
broken shoulder wondering
which one of my broken bones
or bruises were your most
triumph which one of my broken
bone made you feel the most
victorious over me which blow
made you feel like the champion
wife beater I’m numb wondering
what’s goes through your mind
after seeing me broken bruised
by your powerful fist crippled
emotionally weeping disabled
afraid clutching my children
tell me how tell me true just
how would you rate your most
famous most memorable blows
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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