A beautiful but dark poem highlighting the issue of domestic violence. Gently brutal.
In the dead of night,
Under a moonlit sky,
I had a dream
About you and me.
I saw you hit me.
You beat me.
You didn’t even stop
When crimson clots
Were beginning to appear,
All over my skin.
I woke up.
In a pool of sweat.
But was relieved that
That was just a head trip.
Until one day when
Like all my other dreams
You turned this one too
Into reality.
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