Letting his words hit me
As hard as his fists do.
"Could those snarling lips
Have caressed my skin as
Sweetly as they had
The day before?
And those hands, now
Balled into fists, had I
Really felt protected by their touch?
His eyes, glistening with hate,
How could they have sparkled
In sight of me.
No, not possible.
Married for 5 years, with a
Child on the way."