Her screams were so loud that the slams of the doors seemed to just sound like the light bangs of her hands to her cheeks to pinch them and have blood rush to the surface. his stomps shook the house but his screams were much louder it stings to remember the fire alarm bell sensation that rings in her ears. her eyes were shot from hot tears and insomnia her face was steaming from his breath and boxing glove hands breaking through her heart harder than they did to her face. now all she wants for him to see is the damage he has done like using a fire extinguisher on a pre mature fire but having none left for when it gets worse.
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Author:
Observant (Pseudonym) (
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WELCOME GINA ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ powerfully written ! The plight of your subject is alas the plight of many vulnerable ladies who fall prey to violent Men. My MUM taught me to respect Ladies always be "gentle" with them and give them lots of TLC. I thank God i always have ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
thank you so so so much!
Welcome to the site.
Your first poem here is making quite an impression. I like the powerful writing and especially the last sentence.
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