Blind Date

by: Jennifer M.

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Big, brown, bottomless eyes in the mirror.
Mine
and never again mine.
Pleading.
Needing.
Any reprieve from this brutality,
his inexhaustible hatred.

My once graceful dancer’s arms
now churning
in desperate and sloppy cartwheels.
My impotent blows
no match for his rigid steel frame.

My rapid breath escapes my body,
taking with it my simple life.
But I need it back.
So I struggle to catch it, claim it again;
take it down to the deepest part of my soul
where I will be safe,
before I am consumed inside the insatiable oven of my rapist’s rage.