He kept you around

to bang pots and pans

while he banged the woman next door.

His words wore you down

robbed you of breathing on your own

each word like a lick on a steel guitar

and after awhile you believed you were

a whore, nothing more.

Once you escaped from his cage

but after awhile abuse was the norm

and crawled back into the dark pit

where you accepted his ugly rage

smiled with each bruise and bump

determined your love would overcome

while he laughed at how dumb

you became with passing weeks.

It happened one night around ten

you took control at last

deciding blood had to dry

shot his worthless ass

between the eyes.



burn baby burn

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