The beating.

by BuhLinda   Dec 28, 2006


The panic in her eues is radiant.
The tears rolling down her cheecks are mystifying.
The bruises on her face are brilliant.
The blood dripping off her chin is remarkable.
Do you feel better now.
Now that you've beat her to the ground?
Get one thing straight,
Shes not the joker and your not the king.

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