Something is waiting for me outside – It beckons with a creepy smile Covered in black, it chills me, making my insides swirl; As the bile rises, my throat feels choked, my thoughts race, I feel fear (c) Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (23 May […]

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I watch my bruises turn black and blue From when you practised your punches on me You went on your usual drunken spree, Returning home with a look that I knew Your bloodshot eyes were my very first clue Yet, frozen with fear made it […]

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