I chopped off my hair
In a screaming attempt
To rebel against your control
You broke my heart
Every day
And I escaped, got away
As far and as fast
As my car would take me.

Broken and bruised,
My heart lay
In icy shattered chunks
All over our kitchen floor,
With bits and pieces
Scattered in the bathroom
Where your .45
Pressed against my face
Cold, hard, angry metal
On flushed, damp skin....
My skin

Anxiety
Even now, my heart
Feels bloated and
Off-beat at
This cruel memory
....
Will I ever
Stop shaking?

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