Karen Miller Poems

She flinches as the hand comes down
To meet her face
This is what she is used to
Then it's the blood she tastes
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I swear if I was going to drink
Today would be it
I've made up every excuse to justify
But I simply can't afford it
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Your so domineering
To the naked eye
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She sat on the bed
Not knowing what to do
The pain and hurt overwhelming her
That is why she was so blue
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