Jettie

My lifeless body lay flat on the floor.
Stiff. But, I was breathing.
Lightly and gracefully,
my breaths were short and soft.
Stiff and gray.
They were colorless, as they left my parted lips.
Drained, I made mental excuses to not move at all.
And, I could feel your steps, as each vibration traveled through the wooden boards.
Kneeling now, with your kneecaps touching my face.
You leaned down, pulling your cheek close to my cheek.
“Are you okay?”
Voice was shaken, but concern was fake.
And this was how it always went.
You’d knock me out cold, and slam me into a wall,
then tend to my wounds, with band-aids and heart-shaped vows.

J.R. MacLean

disturbing and sad. I like the way you write. cheers j.r.

Starik

Jettie,
Nicely written. Evokes sadness, anger, and reminds me that some oxygen thieves are alive only because the law protects them. Among such pond scum in our gene pool I include women-beaters, child molesters and most politicians.

Write on!

Kat

Invokes emotion well. I would't use lifeless because it makes one think that you are actually dead

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