poetry

Like every other night.

I feel nauseated each time l smell his scent
His voice sends chills to my body
The way he looks at me makes me scream silently in terror.
He whispers a reminder of how much he loves and will never hurt me,
Like every other night.

He slowly violently turns me around
bitting his lower lip he slips his rough cold hand in-between my yellow bronze thighs.
I quickly shut my eyes wondering will tonight come with pain
Or by any chance bring pleasure,
Like every other night.

As he deeps his fingers in search of honey
Its dry cold and echoing in pain, I’m swollen.
He laughs and l bit my tongue in fear.
He doesn’t undress me like he used to,
he rips my clothes apart
And whispers a reminder of how he loves and will never hurt me,
Like every other night.

Am so lonely, so empty.
He snoozes loudly with his manhood curled within me,
I utter a silent cry, with dry tears
I look at him,
I paint his face pleading in my mind
I plot how I hurt him more than he does to me,
Like every other night.

As the sun rises he kisses me goodbye in front his mother.
The one who calls me a fetus eater yet she doesn’t know her son is not man enough.
Cursed by the tears of the women he broke and tore,
He had no seed to form a child.
I smirk as I itch and boil within to say it all out.
Broken and carrying all my pieces l walk away from the room,
to pray that the sun does not set.I don’t want him home or in my life.
I wish he doesn’t walk back again through that door,
But its a thought reality is always fading away
Like every other night.

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