Here he comes again
Hand raised in rage
Her eyes scream no
But the pleas go unheard
His hand lowers with power
Creating a whole new shade of red
Her face left blemished
His work is finished
He has left her to figure out
How to cover this days act of love
His strength is growing
This red is deep
She just triggered him
He'll apologize tomorrow
He'll love her without his fists
Someday
Author notes
Abuse takes a toll, I don't think you ever fully get over it. Even if it's for a month, it lives within you forever.
A contest entry
- Abuse by InMyFlames.
1500 points, ended February 12, 2008, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This is a work in progress any constructive critisism will help greatly
Comments
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wow! this caught me off gaurd, not what I was expecting but I liked it.
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"His hand lowers with power
Creating a whole new shade of red" i love this line its really powerful and well done, i wish i came up with it. I also like how the title relates to it. Excellent work, keep it up and thanks for entering
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Heck if that were me I'd dump him in a minuet! Anyway, this is a great poem, its original and I love the way you intertwined red into it
Great job, thanks for entering
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