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.