Insanity in his eyes, madness in his tangled hair.
He has returned again.
To my despair.
His hard hands, only made to hurt, snatch me up with one quick jerk.
He grabs me tight around my throat, I try to scream but I only choke.
My body is weak beneath his grip, I fight against him, my clothes begin to rip.
He whispers familiar words in my ear, My thoughts are clouded with doubt and fear.
I must get away, I must make it through.
Our son is alone, alone in his room.
His grip loosens, I try to run.
But my feet won't move, the floor turns to mud.
Why does he do this to me? I'll never know.
I got away from him once so very long ago.
Then... Suddenly... Everything fades to dark.
I wake up.
He is gone.
But not the pain inside my heart.
- Author: Nicki Croft ( Offline)
- Published: August 18th, 2022 10:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments1
Some just never leave, even after an exorcism.
Very true unfortunately 💜
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