Fatal Liason

It’s not easy to disguise
the black and blue beneath my eyes
Contusions trailing from my cheekbone
to the bottom of my thighs
From when he grabs me
I can’t explain his outrageous passion
That’s what he calls his aggressive fashion
When I’ve curled myself into a ball on the floor
in the corner as the furniture goes crashing
Deep down I’ll sink into the darkness of the room
Free falling through nostalgic gloom
And then I’ll feel the stinging blow
against my flesh, the fights resumed
But he’s “not angry”
He screams he loves me as his hand
reaches for the weapon in his pants
And for a moment I’m relieved
But yet no one will understand
that this is what I’ve prayed for
He takes his aim and down I flop
I feel my heart rate start to drop
With my final breath my eyes shut tight
Willing my last tears to stop
It’s finally over

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