Couplet

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Essence of perfume and lust
Quietly sneaking, losing trust

Breathing hard and rapid, fumbling around all over my closet floor. Panting, praying, crying is all that comes from my ruined body. I don't know what I'm praying to but I hope it hears me. I hear the creak that has been there since we moved in. We've been here 2 months and all that we've known is fighting and hurt. It feels like it has been years, many years. So much pain has been felt. Uncontrollable behavior has made me a good for nothing whore. I hear the creak that woke my husband up the very night I tried to sneak away. He grabs me by my hair and I scream. I bite his hand and run towards the door. I know he's running after me. CREAK. I fall to the floor by the push of his hand. My eyes are weary and my thoughts are clouded. He grabs my hair once more and slams my head against the floor.

I wakeup with him on me. He's in me. I can feel him. I begin to cry and sob my eyes out. He slaps me in the face, still naked, and he calls me a bitch. He pulls out and throws me to the floor. He punches me in the face then goes to the closet. I make a run for it. CREAK. I go through hallway and hear his pounding steps behind mine. I make it the door, I open it and run out into the street. He grabs me by the arm and I scream. He hears someone yell. He lets go of me and dashes inside. I go to the police office