Flying Fists Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

He cups her face
Plants a kiss on her forehead
Then mumbles
'I ain't done with you yet,
You're in huge trouble! '
His hand her arm
She smiles at the discomfort
She dreads to see night approach
To see her friends evacuate her place
And leave her with this angelic beast

He portrays himself as a good husband
Everyone buys the act
He is a good actor
Even better kick-boxer
Her life is bland
No longer grand
But she still smiles
At her abuser
Alone she splashes water like a cataract
Her emotions becomes turbid, heart riles

The party is over
The music stops
But soon he'll play her
Like a stereo
Her voice screeching
But the disk jockey won't stop
For a minute