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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