‘Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves’
She raced up the stairs,
She grabbed a suitcase,
Breathing heavily she clutches her clothes,
Yanks them from the wardrobe and pack them, in a fashion.
She runs down the stairs,
Pulling her suitcase behind her.
She sees the beast lying on the floor,
He looks peaceful,
Far from what the reality was.
The glass paperweight next to him.
She shivers.
She runs out of the house,
Just in time to greet the police.
The blue lights blinding her.
Policemen our approaching her.
She can’t breathe,
She holds her neck to loosen his fingers,
Only to find his fingers aren’t on her neck.
She runs back into the house,
She sees the backdoor,
Reaches for the handle.
She is pushed up to the door.
Hands pulled behind her,
Locked in metal.
She sees her neighbours,
The half worried,
Half ready to gossip faces.
She ducks her head as she is forced into the car.
She cries, again.
The car engine begins.
Even when he was dead, he caused her trouble.
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The Big Book of Poems
PoetryThis is my big book especially for poems. I will keep adding to it, and hopefully you'll enjoy the poems I write. I'll try to write about different things, but everything here is written to express my thoughts and feelings.
