the key turns in the lock--
my heart: pounds: is dinner hot, the laundry done, the house clean enough? i smile as he comes through the door, searching for signs of the best. Red, angry eyes, that ugly sneer; clenched fists-- don’t go near. i don’t need to know it’s time to prepare for a fight; but even so, he lets those poisoned darts fly: <<bitch, whore, trash.>> their venom burns through my veins, i only pray it kills me/swift/ for once upon a time, his arms held me with love-- now they only slap, punch, shore. tonight, his body language gives him away… i know it’s time to run-- i’ll die if i stay.
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her heart is guarded, her tongue is shy, her love is broken-- his heart is rough edged, his tongue at times wily, his love is out spoken-- “he doesn’t know why!” “she hasn’t the slightest!” she pours her feelings onto the page.-- with every letter reading is their life’s voyage.-- behind the pen she’ll find a way.-- time and again he is taken away.-- his words are moving opening doors… she not sure they’ve been opened before.-- their love truly hand woven abstract like Salvador’s he’s sure will endure with the rest of time to explore.-- they fell in love on paper, the pen carved the way.-- enough to be a bookkeeper penmanship like sword play.-- now they’ll walk down the aisle.-- together their vows are deeply internal.-- and have a beautiful babe. <3 who would of thought this. |
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