Fists

Laying in bed
half asleep
light from the halls
rushing in
their leaving
I don't want to move
my head is throbbing
ears aching
then pulling
I kick
more pulling
I kick
Then anger rages out
Fists along the right leg
bruises as big as golf balls
along my leg
then pulled down the hall
screaming for help
no one comes
finally it stops
after a cup full of tears
I quit i hold a knife all night long
I put it away and fall back to sleep





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