Doom

Leaving him alone
She walked away as
Doom was falling
As flowers were dancing

Beside the lake
He was like fresh air
Infusing life back into her
The touch of morning

Was shivering by the lake
In the cacophony of conformity
She lost her voice
You can hear the doom

As she could not escape
The iron grip of desire
He could hear doom calling
Of flickering candles

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Family Violence

I was raised with a violence father. It happened almost every day. My mother tried to stop it but could not. He would get drunk and come home to beat one of us or both. He was very mean. The police would not do anything to him. He got away with everything he did. No matter how bad it was. I would often think I would never make it. His temper was always in his way. He would start fights with everyone. No one was safe around him. He put holes in the walls. Put needles in my arms when I was only two or three to see me cry. Never said a kind word to me or my mother. Unless he was not drinking. Which was hardly ever. He was in the Army when I was born. When he got back. He made it clear he did not want me or love me. When I was three he made me ride a bull. I am lucky I did not get killed. My mother was so scared. Then my mother had my sister and she was sick. She died in my arms w...

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