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The End

September 11, 2018 By Johanna Baker-Dowdell

Photo by Zach Guinta on Unsplash

Hot, angry words spew out

Crashing over her, into her

His frame fills the room

Acidic tirade raining down

Normally sky-blue irises now black

Enclosed within two reddening balls

Already cornered, head lowers, knees come up

Balling up, or donning armour

Either way, survival instincts kick in

This rage shows no sign of abating

Floods of worded barbs lash at her

Stinging her skin, her head, her heart

Then, the burn doused by a rush of adrenaline

A tiny voice fighting to be heard

Head up, standing tall, one word

Repeated: No

Strength growing, wrapped in a cloak of hope

She looks deep into those rabid eyes

Nothing remains, but one more word:

Goodbye.

Filed Under: Johanna's Jottings Tagged With: abuse, fear, independence, poetry

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