Abused

Abused prose poem

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Physically abused,
Mentally accused,
Emotionally scared
For the ones she held dear.

Her burning flesh
And the positive tests
Her leaking face
Would always make my heart race

The looks of disgrace would show on their face
Without a clue,
Of what she, my friend was going through,

But ice cold eyes always knew.
For he caused the harm
And enjoyed it too,
Laughed at her pain
My God!
He was a walking sin

Her thin fragile body
Couldn’t endure the pain
Broken and beaten
It was too much to bear

With a rope and a chair
She was left hanging there.

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Abused.

Abused. short poem

His stony rampant presence swamps my gut with frozen fear, rearing embittered bones. Forsaken by my angel, away she flew when my favourite shadows died now I am alone with quarrelsome bladder and skittish quivering bowel. The wicked ogre proclaims