He Hit Me

July 9, 2010
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Actually it was a punch.
A silence breaking punch as we slowed to a stop at the red light.
I knew why he did it.
I had it coming, considering the circumstances.
Yet I did still wince,
And slowly looked to him;
Sitting patiently in the driver’s seat,
A smug smile on his face,
Focused on the light and road ahead.
I stared at him,
Boring a hole into his head,
Willing him to look at me,
And meet my questioning gaze.
He turned and noticed my expression.
The ‘what was that for’ look I so frequently gave him.
Even though I always knew why.
His grin widened as he pointed down the road.
“Blue one.”

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Kay4theRoses said...
Aug. 7, 2010 at 6:32 pm


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Francesca said...
Aug. 6, 2010 at 7:59 am
This is really good.
selenaatthedisco said...
Aug. 4, 2010 at 11:38 am
I love this poem! You so don't see the ending coming. Here, you think it's a serious story about domestic abuse, but it turns out to be fun and lighthearted, about a game almost everyone in the US knows about.
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