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No. I Fell.

December 18, 2010
By Anonymous

Listless fair eyes smolder the surface of his skin.
The tender taste of a name he dare not utter-
screams from his mind through twisted nerves,
drawing his hand back and those saddened eyes
quiver with his actions.

Movements twist, shudder, collapse and repeat,
under his gaze blue and purple flowers blossom,
melancholy red ribbons flow from the tanned
cover of the body.

He recoils.

Sorry.

Left alone, she collects the pieces, and repairs
for tomorrow.


The author's comments:
The quiet truth of anyone that has been in an abusive relationship, hidden and accepting it because he always says sorry.

You can break away before tomorrow.

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