An alarming face of affection,
That begins with a flick of your wrist,
Harming my inner reflection,
So I can't make out what it is,
Barring space of protection,
My stomach has caught all the hits,
Starving so much for attention,
That I almost miss the taste of your fists.
YOU ARE READING
Domestic Abuse
PoetryThis poem is from my next poetry book called, "Ascension of the Phoenix." It's a 20-year history of my poetry that includes a rollercoaster of emotions throughout my life. It will be finished soon and published to Barnes&Noble as well as KDP.
