Love so full of blood



Who has nerve enough

To say that he is wrong

The man who beat

His knuckles ran

Bashing through the garage door

To get at her,

Falling on his knees,

Pleading against her leaving

Her suit case already in the car

She shivering like a beaten dog

With only the public eye

Through the shards of door

Keeping her safe

His breath coming in snorts

Despite his apologies,

Blood boiling up behind his eyes

As she desperately fumbled

To find the car key


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