Thursday, May 01, 2008

No-man's land

In slow motion his fist moves towards her face.

She screams.

Her thoughts fly, escaping to another place,

Her dreams.

Around her, piled high, are the things he has broken

To prove

That he is a man, and his primeval dominance awoken

And used.

She stands, head down, and pleads through her tears,

Please leave.

And mentally, she tallies the scars of the years,

And she grieves.

(c) 2ndwitch, 01/05/08


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