Strength Vs. Weakness - Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier
Slamming on the bed
slap marks burning red
forced down by all his weight
touches from him i hate
'shh, just let this happen
stop with all your fighting'
the grip loosens on my biting
because of this my soul is dieing
my hands they begin shaking
now he thinks my cryings faking
with a grasp on his hair
i begin to pull and tear
no he will not quit
black outs fallow a final hit
later with a bloody lip
uncountable bruises starting at my hip
the doctors say im blessed
then how come i still feel undressed?
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