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For Him by Catherine Stone
Is there anything that makes me angrier
than you?
if there is I can't think of it.
sometimes I laugh and then I shake and throw my shoes at the wall.
I refuse to clean off the marks they leave.
I feel burned and disgusted,
covered in the lies you told me and I can't wash them off.
harsh fantasies of violence in my head.
red film over my vision, me who used to be
sweet and gentle and always the first to compromise
and all i want now is for you to bleed and bruise
and break.
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