THE THIRD TIME

I’m in the backroom recording…

No lights…

No noise…

Just me and my poems…

My voice in a whisper…

The door swings open…

I can’t even see the shadow of him…

“COME BACK TO BED…”

I hear his annoyance…

I try to explain…

Then the thrash of pain silenced me…

I’m pulled to my feet by my hair…

Being pushed towards the bedroom…

I’m suddenly thrown against the wall…

Face first…

The threats begin…

His hand strongly clinched my throat…

Not this again’

I dare not scream…

I’m pulled upwards til I’m on tippy toe…

My nakedness exposed…

He violently enters me…

Thrusting in and out continuously…

Rippin me… brusin me… my face held against the wall… I can hardly move…

I silently wait til he’s through…

He calmly walks back to the room…

And closes the door.

Slowly, I slide down to the floor with my face in my hands…

After a moment or two I try to stand…

It’s better if I crawl… and I do…

Tracks of blood following me.

This is the third night he’s done this to me.

In the morning…

He won’t remember a thing…


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