Jun 2015
Dry skin,
****** nose,
cracked lip,
bruised knuckles.
Shattered vase,
empty bottle,
hair ties,
leather belt.
Closed eyes,
stinging palm,
sore cheek,
***** breath.
One word,
one thought,
one plea:
*Stop.
****** nose,
cracked lip,
bruised knuckles.
Shattered vase,
empty bottle,
hair ties,
leather belt.
Closed eyes,
stinging palm,
sore cheek,
***** breath.
One word,
one thought,
one plea:
*Stop.
I cannot separate me from "we".
(America)
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