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Forest Fires

October 6, 2014
By Riella BRONZE, Grenfell, Other
Riella BRONZE, Grenfell, Other
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Your kiss is like alcohol to my lips

 

bitter and addicting.

 

Your punches are like

 

a million knives

 

stabbing at my body.

 

I remember laying on the ground

 

shaking, scared

 

staring at the green grass

 

while you spat your drunken words at me.

 

All i could think about

 

was lakes

 

and forest fires

 

I imagined i was a lake and you,

 

you were a forest fire

 

your hate

 

and rage surrounding me,

 

breaking right at the edges

 

it hurts

 

but only on the edges.


The author's comments:

This poem is not written from personal experiences, it is written to show what women go through on a day to day basis in abusive relationships. I hope this poem makes people aware of domestic violence.


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