Red Palms 

Souldier Girl





The room fills

So dark and heavy
The screams lurk
Absorbed and steady
The second I turn away
You lunge and hit me
Your hands on my bare back
Slapping so violently
Like everything you have buried
Erupts
And I’m the bullseye for your mental
Vomit
I thought we were past this?
You know what, I’m so damn sick
Of looking over my shoulder
It’s a guess of what to expect
An apologetic hug or
The rage of your fists.



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