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Monday, July 4, 2011


The hard, shallow sound of a slap echoed through the room.
But the only thing she could hear was his voice screaming.
The kicks, the punches, the bruises, the bite marks.
In her head she repeated to herself  'this doesn't hurt, this isn't painful, he loves me,'
He picked up, and through the lamp. Breaking the the broken.
A black eye, a broken arm, twisted ankles.
The list of things she has put up with goes on and on.
She covers up her wounds in the mirror.
Nothing more she can do.
She can't leave him for she believes she loves him.
He won't stop.
She can't protect herself.
She had nothing, she is left nothing...
What can she do?
(Comment with an answer to this question, please? This poem/story/thingy is for my mother, her first husband beat her. But now we have my loving dad to protect us and to be there. Thanks ^^)