A leather strap,
that wraps around his waist.
Loosened for comfort.
Gripped for hate.
While the alcohol polluted his breathe.
He throws his hand,
conducting the leathers movement's.
He swings his foot forward,
Guiding it into the cage.
She sang horrifying songs,
That he really didn't like to hear.
So the harder he hit
And soon her welts of pain began to grow.
Blue.
Is how they started.
Black.
Is how they changed.
Bloody.
Is how they ended.
Scared.
Is how they stayed.
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Pain
RandomA book with short stories about depression, anxiety, and a few other things. They tell you the thoughts and feelings that can go through your head or just about why or how somethings happen the way they do. These short stories are not true events. I...
