" Come here Bitch! Where have you been?"
" I told you, you had better be home by ten!"
" Look at you! You look like a Whore!"
" I will teach you, Slut, you won't disobey no more!"
He lunges at me, slapping me hard, splitting my lip,
He picks me up, slamming me against the wall, a painful trip!
Amid clutter, pain and blood, I sit dazed,
I look into his eyes, they are wild and crazed.
For years this has been a daily scene,
He is big as an ox, strong and so damn mean!
" What are you looking at, you stupid, ugly Whore?"
" Have you learned your lesson or do you want more?"
" Why do you make me beat you, you just don't learn!"
" Everytime you push my buttons, this is what you'll earn!"
" Don't eyeball me Bitch!, Keep your damn eyes low!"
" This hurts me more then you, cause I love you so!"
Through swollen, bloodied lips I scream," You go to Hell!"
He laughed and said," Bitch, you are gonna die, there is nobody that cares or you can tell!"
He charged at me, thinking once again he had won,
Then I produced my surprise, my 38 special gun!
I said," Well, Darlin this time I brought a friend!"
" I'd like you to meet Smith and Wesson, this abuse is about to end!"
He sneered and kept coming at me,
He yelled," Bitch, you aint got the guts, you are mine, you'll never be free!"
I screamed," I am tired of you lovin me to death!"
"Asshole, enjoy your last breath!"
He lunged at me and I shot him between the eyes,
Then I spit in his face and watched him die!
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Reviews of "Loved To Death"
Reviewed by Michael LaSalle (Reader)
Reviewed on July 21, 2007
what a horrible, volatile sistuation, " its seems like madness that someone would subject themselves to abuse for so many years, just to bring themselves to murder, and the abuser, simply got what he had coming, perhaps she was a victim of brainwashing, he, just too hard to imagine what would drive someone to abuse another in such a way,
your understandings are Genius sweet p, this poem was ouch!
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2007
Unfortunately and sadly this happens too often.
Usually the woman is beat too death.
I think a man must have a very little wenny, or no balls
that abuses his woman
Powerful write SC..
Very gentle big hugs……
Well I dont' blame you for that sweetie for if I were on your jury it would be my vote of not guilty for sure.
hugs
FEe
Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2007
Scums of the earth...why anyone would put up with this is hard for me to comprehend, "one strike and your out" is my moto...great write SC,
Hugs, Peggy
Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2007
OH MY....brutally intense write. A horrible situation expressed so well. Lydi**
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your understandings are Genius sweet p, this poem was ouch!
Usually the woman is beat too death.
I think a man must have a very little wenny, or no balls
that abuses his woman
Powerful write SC..
Very gentle big hugs……
hugs
FEe
Hugs, Peggy
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