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I sit and swing Back and forth, Back and forth as I hear the screaming of my sister playing in my head all over again. I hear the sound of her bones breaking as his foot connects with her leg. Back and forth, Back and forth. I hear his tone change from violent to pained as he apologizes and tells her he loves her. Back and forth, Back and forth. I hear her beg for forgiveness and promise him that she will never try and leave him again. Back and forth, Back and forth. I push with more force as I see the images in my mind. Back and forth, Back and forth. I see her and my niece coming to dinner with bruises they had tried to hide. Back and forth, back and forth. I see him glare at her and put his hand on her shoulder to pull her back whenever she tries to speak to another man. Back and forth, Back and forth. I see her in the hospital bed, countless tubes and wires coming out of her trying to keep her alive. Back and forth, Back and forth. I sit and swing Back and forth, Back and forth and stare at the sea of black down the hill. the only color comes from a bouquet of wet flowers on the fresh grave. Back and forth, back and forth.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
Back and Forth
I sit and swing Back and forth, Back and forth as I hear the screaming of my sister playing in my head all over again. I hear the sound of her bones breaking as his foot connects with her leg. Back and forth, Back and forth. I hear his tone change from violent to pained as he apologizes and tells her he loves her. Back and forth, Back and forth. I hear her beg for forgiveness and promise him that she will never try and leave him again. Back and forth, Back and forth. I push with more force as I see the images in my mind. Back and forth, Back and forth. I see her and my niece coming to dinner with bruises they had tried to hide. Back and forth, back and forth. I see him glare at her and put his hand on her shoulder to pull her back whenever she tries to speak to another man. Back and forth, Back and forth. I see her in the hospital bed, countless tubes and wires coming out of her trying to keep her alive. Back and forth, Back and forth. I sit and swing Back and forth, Back and forth and stare at the sea of black down the hill. the only color comes from a bouquet of wet flowers on the fresh grave. Back and forth, back and forth.
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erika-castaldo
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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