From His Evil Eyes

June 25, 2016

From his evil eyes

Dark and scary

She sees his lies,

And the abuse she tries to bury.

From his evil mouth,

The words sting like a bee,

Everything is going south,

Nobody seems to see.

From his evil fists,

He beats her,

And grabs her by the wrist

Everything was a blur.

From his evil eyes

With one last hit,

He watches as she dies,

SHe is finally in peace and over it.

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