May 18, 2012
By Anonymous

Our feet hang over the precipice.
He is accompanied, but I am alone with him.
Unsolicited opinions, hailstone-sized fists
strike down the crumbling cliffs,
scrawl their signatures across my back.
Beyond persuasion, testing the current.
Hands locked in defiance of every fear...
Then, sensing a loss, I reach for him,
but he is already gone,
seeking his next victim
to abandon on the rocks.

The author's comments:
Domestic violence hurts so much more than just a bruise. The words of the abuser, and even the victim's peers, can hurt just as much. This is NEVER the victims fault. It's okay to be scared, but you gotta reach out for help, while you still can.

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