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Deadly Blow


She told him no He took it as yes She wanted to leave him She felt like a mess Words would come out Full of lies and hate How could she have known It'd start with one date What happened to him? He started off sweet Kind words, a gentle touch Everyone wanted to meet The fists soon came out The slaps and hits The black and blue bruises She couldn't even sit All the threats All the lies She just couldn't take it She needed a disguise Questions were asked He made her lie too She had to cover up All the black and the blue Awake throught the night Afraid to move an inch Every movement he made Made her whole body flinch Could she leave him for good? Could she escape? Could she leave him for good? The punches? The rape? "I love you," he'd say "You're so worthless, you bitch." "You'll never leave me." "I'll find you if you snitch." "I'm sorry baby." "It won't happen again." "Behave, never leave". He'd warn, "Don't ever talk to men." One night it finally happened She felt the pain and saw blood red She took the pistol from the safe And pressed it to her head 'Just one blow... That's all it will take.... To leave this basterd and this life.... No more nightmares, I'll be awake.' The echo reached The neighbors ears Police were called In sadness and fear They slowly entered The bedroom upstairs.... With him on the floor.... ....her face full of tears She dropped the gun Into the pools of red And softly spoke "He's already killed me, So I killed him instead."
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