Forgiven~

His tongue was as lethal
as his fist, sharp stinging
pain from his
lashes made my ears
bleed and my tears
empty


he was always precise
on his mark, first the
name calling, than
came a quick
blow, the back of his
hand on my
cheek bone


clenched teeth, searing
pain, broken pieces of
me on his hands,
year's of attacks from
his so called
love


the floor was my only
friend, on sore knees I
begged for change
and my pleading was
answered in the form
of sweet
words