Wicked hands move with delight
Swiftly and with ease
I know it’s best that I don’t fight
I drop down to my knees.
He spins me like a carousel
Colours flying ‘round
A sudden impact to my skull
Vermillion on the ground
I don’t sob or move from here
Spitting, he stomps away
If I could somehow disappear
I know I’d be okay
Shaking hands up to my face
Blood by tears is now replaced
Lindsay Dianne, July 14, 2021