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Beaten


Tempers flare, arguing
Over who the hell knows what.
Shouting turns to pushing
Slapping, punching, hurting.
"Whore! and Slut! shouted out
Sharp as knives-bleeds my soul.
Sometimes the words hurt more
Than taking a push or a punch.
Hiding bruises and black eyes.
Keeping tears tucked away
From family, friends and the kids.
Excuses or just lack of gracefulness?
Come easily to block
The questions from others.
What to tell the people?
How to hide from him?
What about the kids?
Hollow "I'm sorry's"
After he is done.
False "I love you's"
He thinks that he has won.
Holding, loving, calmed
Frightened, helpless, harmed
Comfort, peaceful now
Until the next time.
Written by uniquey
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