Another addition to my one syllable stories......Til' Death proves that love can go a far way.
He said he loves me, but he loves me not.
No man with a heart would dare to hurt the one that he loves. But with a quick hand, that love is no more.
He laced his hand on my cheek witha force that I could not bare.
A bruise that I can't hide and a pride that I won't face.
Day in and day out, my thoughts of you are now fears and guilt.
In a land of deep pain that is not fordesd by a thought, but by a man that is full of hate and rage.
"Come here girl, don't you run from me!"
A stench that I so course staked his mouth, as the beer in his hand laid with not an ounce left to be seen
The tears I cry, I can hold back no more, for I know that it won't be long now.
He pushed and he shoved the door, it flew to the left.
"You bitch! Why do you make this so hard for me?"
"I can't!" the tears flowed. "Please don't do it, plea......." the word were thrown right back
down my throat, as his fist stumped my neck.
He knocked the wind right out of me and did not flinch for round two.
I slipped and fell in the tub, as blood gushed from my head.
His size twelve feet laid on my back. He kicked and kicked and kicked,
a frame that was slow and weak.
I wailed as blood shed from my flesh. My bones cracked with each blow that he gave me.
I gringed and moaned as I felt life slipped through me.
There is no white light that could be as bright as this one.
The glow has soothed my heart, for it shall take me toa place that I will be glad to call me home.
Peace be with me.
