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ABANDONED INHALATION (The 24th Violent Verse)

Her thighs waited for hands to find their way
Along the pleasing path. (As she watched him, she
thought, "This will make everything alright again."
The naked stranger, her husband, moved toward her.)
She held her breath, readied her legs, waiting for him.
His rough hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass
To the edge, his unexpected finger plunged inside her,
Welcomed by her abandoned inhalation.

She watched him intently as he pushed inside.
His eyes were closed, legs crashing hard against her
As she felt the hotness rising up inside him. His eyes
Remained closed. She touched her breasts with one hand
And thrust the other down to discover her stiff wetness.
He groaned loudly and spilled his fury deep inside of her,
Then angrily shoved her legs from off of his shoulders
And, without a word, slammed the bathroom door.

She thrust both of her hands to her startled eyes,
Wincing as the tears flowed over last nights broken skin.


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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  1. ElizabethOctober 24, 2009 at 3:32 AM

    These poems are extremely painful to read, TPM. Which is as it should be, I know.

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  2. thepoetrymanOctober 26, 2009 at 2:38 PM

    Elizabeth,
    I do hope they cause some to reconsider using violence as a way to express themselves.

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