Domestic Violence

 

She is a reluctant dreamer,

afraid of who she’ll see tonight

beneath her eyelids.

 

Outside you wait with muscles and wolves,

and a knife that only turns in the dark.

 

Your name is on a sealed record somewhere playing over and over.

Your hand is a voodoo doll.

 

Watch her bend when you close your fingers.

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