Your breath is harder, your grip is tighter.
All she wanted was to be the soul survival.
Once again, you smirked, you really are a fighter.
One more blow, this time you aimed for her lips.
I saw her swallow her thick, warm blood.
Sweat drips as you enjoy staring at her bruised hips.
I swear I wish her tears would turn into flood.
The writing above is a vision I had this afternoon when I took a power nap.
Don't ask.
I woke up with a blank stare.
I woke up in sweat.
I was dripping in anger and frustration.
Say no to domestic violence.
Say no to cruelty.
Say yes to a daily smile.
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