I knew it
was coming
I knew the words you
were going to say,
before you knew they were there

I braced myself for the
familiar feeling that was bound to come back
the ache that became my friend
you were gone,
I didn't have time to think
that you'd still be here if I didn't push you away,
the thoughts knocked right outta of me

when his hand came in contact with my face,
no time to think,
once his fist hit my side
I was doubled over gasping for breath
that was no longer coming my way
stuck with two choices,
knowing in the end I'd just be in bed
or possibly dead,

he beats me,
the words lingering in my mind for a few
before I start to cry,
really making me wonder why,
next shot from his foot,
feeling my blood come up my throat & out my mouth,

the strong taste of metal entering
& sickening me father than before
I can taste the remainder of the food
I swallowed last night at dinner,
his kicks are making it harder to keep my eyes open,
I can feel myself start to give up

my eyes start to close & I've lost all hope,
as my eyes close
I jump up from bed,
sweat dripping down my forehead

crying & with a broken heart.