Of hearts and hurt

…Strike one…

after the bliss that was honeymoon

black eye and a pack of ice

for better

for worse

you live up to the vows you made

…Strike two…

a dislocated shoulder

I love him

there’s still hope

he’ll change

…Strike three…

excuses

I fell down the stairs

I walked into a door

a visit to the hospital

suffering silence

…Strike four…

yelling

things flying

a fist crashing, connecting

bones breaking

in-patient

hope and faith shaky

…Strike five…

a drunken rage

no words

just punches

for worse

blood flowing

pooling

strike

strike

strikes

punches and kicks

strangling

shaken and broken

miscarriage

hope

dead

dead to the world

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Author: Githinjiw

A silent heart throb who shies away from too much attention, likes to read (nothing beats it) and is on a quest of self discovery.

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