Our words battled each other as neither of us gave up
I was raised to defend myself
I wouldn't give up
But she was raised the same
And she wasn't giving up either
Suddenly everything slowed
A second passed in ten
My brain processing the actions taking place
Her hand struck against my face
As I watched it, doing nothing
My body gave in
Falling to the ground
Time restored to its original speed
I grabbed at my face
Surprised at the red liquid flowing
The tears fell quicker
And the cries grew louder
She walked away
Leaving behind a broken girl
She didn't even turn to inspect her damage
She left without words
What hurt the most of this altercation,
A sad truth I must face
That hand was my mother's
My mother watched as I bled and cried
Yet
She walked away
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A Misunderstood Understanding
PoetryMy book of poetry; this ranges in genres, but seems to focus on the depressing side of things. There are some trigger warnings... marked with a *
