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

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