Hurting
He hit me so hard
I blacked out
left me here
cowering naked in the corner
not just my body battered but my soul
never again will it be whole
with each dig his erection grew
gone the man I once knew
this is his passion, how he gets his kicks
My supposed crime - existing
my annoying habit - breathing
Last week I watched him sleep
the knife held tight
but I couldnāt do it
donāt have it in me
I have to get out of here
but Iām paralysed with fear
heāll only come and get me
me and our precious new baby
NO, I start planning today, were getting away
no longer the scumbags punch-bag
the evil, wretched, ugly hag
Iām going to reclaim me
my bags packed, I can see
I smile as my blood congeals
because my soul is starting to heal
Iāll make him a cuppa tea
and not show him the new me
my insides happy and running free
Iām outta here
crushing the tablets with no fear
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Wow no one should be subjected
to that angel
me many years ago angel I suppose you call this creative non-fiction thanks x
I got that they were for you, the tablets that is, I feel that death is too good for these women beating scumbags, not even death wants them.Ā
thanks Gerard x
This must be about a past man. Your recent husband tell me is good n gentle i hope . Whenever i hear or read of such sadistic men i cringe and cry in horror and wish they are mauled by God and law. take care pal.
Hi yes its in my past all good now thanks x
Oh! This hurst. I'm glad it's over now.
it is Leah thanks x