He would beat her up for the last time
It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him
The usual wrong word did it most days
Why do you make me do this
What is wrong with you
Forgive me
She would enjoy this one
The very last one
Bought you flowers
You know I love you
Do you
What the hell does that mean
What the hell
The drug would temporarily paralyse him
Enough time for her needs
He punched with his right fist
She cut off his arm
The odd kick with his right
She cut off his leg
He came round screaming
How you doing babe
You in pain
Don’t worry, it’ll pass
Ambulance, get me an ambulance
Say the word
Please, please
No, not that word
The other word, I love you, that one
I love you, ambulance, please, please
Babe, why did you make me do this, forgive me
Just going to take the tourniquets off
I’ll put them up here
If you get them, be quick
Remember to release them every fifteen minutes
Oh, one more thing
Love you babe.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 04:42
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments5
I think you depict well this weird bonding thing which exists in so many violent relationships.
Plenty of them around.
love hurts...
sometimes literally
an ugly and complex subject
handled with humour..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
She did have a temper, that one.
I sense this complex world you paint. This romance impeded by violence, it truly hurts. But I feel toxicity is the final straw, hope everything ends well.
It did end well, he died, she went to prison. lol
I am blessed to never have had to deal with domestic violence in 57 years of marriage. Your depiction of the problem is chilling but I'm afraid not to far off the mark (if at all). Very good work, Paul
It's out there.
Domestic violence, so real, well hidden in many households. Your lines brought the scenes so vividly.
It is well hidden.
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