My Destruction

‘Wrong!’

‘Wrong!’

‘Wrong!’

He yells,

Beating me with his open hand,

‘Down!’

‘Down!’

‘Down!’

He cries,

Pulling at my hair

Struggle,

Struggle,

Struggle

I try to pull myself free again,

I break,

I fall,

I collapse,

I am never whole,

Though mindlessly he tries to put my pieces back together,

It is too late,

For the hand has already struck,

And the skin already has faced decay,

A creation of his own making,

My destruction is complete,

But he cannot see it,

His fault,

He is not ashamed,

For in his mind I am the beast,

The shrew that must be tamed.

 

Hayley Geri 2017 ©

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Author: dreamingofluminousthings

Hey I'm Hayley. 26. Australian. Female. Poet/Writer. Writing is my greatest outlet. It is my passion and my escape from an often twisted reality. If you want to help me create more, please feel free to donate. My paypal is https://www.paypal.me/HayleyGeri

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