you can’t deny what happened to me
what I witnessed
every night after the bars closed you can’t
act like I didn’t hear you begging for the end of it all
to be killed once and for all
you can’t ignore what I haven’t been able to ignore
what still clutters our relationship
(
the motherless child of a motherless child
)
rippling sheet of white emotions
that hovers between us
guilt and regret
of bitterness and dry tears
the anger I haven’t been able to shed
your anger
what a man will do to a woman if she lets him.
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