chapter 27: 'not so internal conflict'

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I wake up to another,

One after the other,

Did I lose consciousness,

Or all my sense of justice?


The punches mold my face,

Forehead to a frown,

Purse into a grin,

Teeth back in place,


But I can't see the person,

Who holds such resentment,

As the blows worsen,

All I seek are amendments!


There's disappointment too,

And rage, and irritation,

What did I do to you?

Foreign eyes could never,

Would never get the situation,


The thick fog becomes wispy,

Delicate strands of temper remain,

So I try to find the missing piece,

Who shall I blame for this pain?


A mirror is all I find,

The moment I squint my eyes,

With a black eye and bloody mouth,

Is the person seeking out?


Like soulmates we match,

Releasing hitched breaths,

They echo my own thoughts,

As our stares lock,


I lose the need to speak aloud,

For she now holds my hand,

Her timeless scars match mine,

And brown orbs begin to shine,

I whisper that I understand,

As a shadow of humiliation,

Settles over me unplanned,


'I'm sorry' I mutter,

As I stretch my hand to cup her face,

And lean into the comfort offered,

'Its okay' I reply,

As I nestle into my embrace.

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