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Sting of a slap without reform
A fist closed tight clenching rage
Her flesh weathers yet another storm
Years are not kind from the battering
They tale their toll
Bruises on  skin
Bruises on soul
Contorted reasons on each apology
Her heart will again relent
It’s not love alone that dulls her mind
But the censure of weak consent
Be not her judge for why she stays
There are no rules she’s broken
If guilt be any it lays in hiding
Domestic violence
The words never spoken


Debbie Stevens©