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"Ten Years"
by Max PhineasCrimson spatters
Patterns painted in pain
And sealed with a bullet hole.
She lies broken
A ghost
A corpse
Blackened bruises and bloodshot eyes
Deceased, but smiling.
Finding solace in afterlife
where he cannot use the headlock
or the chokehold.
Mangled
Tangled
Strangled
He leaves her for the vultures
And vermin.
Her shattered spirit hovers above
Recollects
And penetrates the ceiling.
The semi-auto stashed in a sewer
The killer cramped in a Cadillac
The victim rots, barely intact.
Tonight, he murdered.
But she died a decade ago. 04/26/2007
Author's Note: This was an assigned domestic violence poem that I had to write for a contest...Therefore I feel it isn't my best, because I hate writing on command. But I do rather like it for what it is.
Posted on 04/27/2007
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