His

I know it's been days

I know it's been weeks

But I still think, about everything

About those words.

'His' words.

 

They say its okay,

That I'm safe now,

But I'll I can see are those fists.

'His' fists.

 

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Comes from that angry facial expression.

That face haunts my dreams.

Does it go away?

'His' face.

 

HIs.

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