You rip me,
Break me,
Bruise my skin,
Tear me apart,
Let that darkness in,
See my face, feel the black,
My smile, a prompt,
To unleash your attack,
I don't deserve it,
I don't feel it anymore,
Not remembering how you closed away every door,
Trapped in this loveless world,
Your fists the only touch,
Boiling over -
Becoming too much,
Too long being the victim,
My shell shattered
and discarded,
A soul sinking far within...
There is a c-r-a-c-k -
With that last smack
Across my nose,
From one too many blows,
A silent vow,
To stop your heavy hand now
And forever,
No more.
No more of this.
Kitchen knife in hand,
Your heart, my dear, I won't miss.
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