Tuesday, 14 October 2008

• "domesticated animals"

  the rhythm of his feet on the bedroom floor,
  the way he pushed my body into the door,
  he swung his arms in a slow pace,
  making contact with my fragile face.

  treadmarks imprinted on my hips,
  long deep cuts graced my lips.
  i gave him a light smile for i knew,
  without the pain there would be no you.

   

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