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MM Jul 2019
Promises were made, vows were cited
Arms were held, lips were kissed
The man said, for better or worse
The woman promised, ‘til death parts them

Hands were tied, arms were bruised
The woman had said enough, leaving for good
The man’s eyes darkened, screams were heard
Come the morning light, a room covered in red
MM Oct 2018
One two three four
How many slaps more?

Five six seven eight
Are my bruises enough yet?

Nine ten eleven
Keep it quiet, do not comment

Twelve thirteen
Does he have to hit me until fifteen?

Fourteen fifteen sixteen
Keep counting, no one is listening

Seventeen Eighteen
Violence and abuse, it kept coming

Nineteen Twenty
Defending myself, standing strongly

Keep counting 'til a hundred
No one believed what I said

Keep counting 'til another hundred
Maybe they'll listen when I'm dead

— The End —