You Call This Love?!

18 2 0
                                    


Smack!

Another slap for not making what you want for dinner.

Thud!

Another punch that knocked me to the floor.

Crack!

Another broken rib, made from your steel toed boot.

AHHHHH!!!!!!! RIP!!!!

Another outfit torn to shreds and stained with blood.

Silence.

Another coma which I'll never wake up from.   

Book Of PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now