She gripped the bat in both hands
Her knuckles turning white
He would not beat her once again
She’d end it all tonight

A beer in his hand and the fight on screen
He lounged on the sofa
Unexpecting of what was coming
She’d strike like a cobra

Hey *****, get me a drink
He called from his throne
She held back a scream
And inside was born a cyclone

He glanced her way and smirked
What the hell do you think you’re doing
Her blood roared with the urge to ****
And the storm inside kept brewing

I’m done with this, she said
And she barely recognized her voice
Gone was the timid creature
Who'd stuck around by choice

He rose from his seat
And towered above her frame
You’re not going anywhere--
Except to an early grave

He stepped forward and she broke
The rage pouring out
She swung the bat with all her might
And made contact, no doubt

He screamed for her to stop
But still she kept on swinging
She’d make him feel the way she did
In every single beating

When finally her strength gave way
She let the weapon slip
Below her was a ****** mess
And she kicked him in the hip

I’m going now, she said
To no one in particular
She grabbed her bag and snagged a beer
And left him as her signature