The harsher he hit her the easier she caved
This face – disgraced by all that it had put itself through
For she drew first blood, way back when it was perfectly okay for both men and women to make love and war
Times had changed, even if these horrifying scars will get to remain ’till her dying days
Close her eyes and forget for awhile – a five second smile re-trained on into her time and
T
I
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E
Again
To slur the pain somehow, anyhow…
Sitting here, still dangling its heavy feet upon her quivering shoulder more oft that we can ever imagine
Mortifying tragedy

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