by: Jennifer M.
A captive, hostage of his vicious anger.
The facade of his caring baby blue eyes
now contorted with vicious cruelty.
My once unbroken body
now a mess of tangled hair,
busted and bloody lips,
fist and finger-shaped
My former fiery soul missing in action,
his prisoner in this agonizing tango.
Breath, hot enough to melt me.
Fists mold my flesh into his putty,
knife caressing my throat, prolonging the agony.
His violent words, stab me,
force me hostage, as the
bombs explode around me
and my life fades slowly
before my eyes.
Please don’t kill me.
I beg, like a bloody wounded
I’ve change my mind…
Please, just kill me.
His refusal to spare my death
the tortures continue.
I see his bed, the puddle of blood,
as my final
Though our battle rages in the darkness,
when the sun begins to rise,
the yellow rays bring promise of life.
In conceding to his war tortures,
a treaty is forged.
kisses my cheek and whispers
this tug-of-war is our little secret.