The Quarrel

 

He hit me once...he hit me twice

no one could hear my painful cries

I was fighting back

to gain control

He was stronger than I

I was thrown to the floor

He kicked me in the ribs

and the back of the head

I screamed that i hated him

and wished he were dead

 

He tore at my clothes

he ripped at my hair

he dragged me down the hall

to the top of the stairs

I begged him to stop

and not throw me around

He just laughed

as i went down, down, down

 

I lay at the bottom

as still as i could

until he came charging

with a thick piece of wood

I tried to move

but was stuck in my place

then the wood came down

smashing my face

He called me a b***h, a w***e, and a s**t

as i lay there drowning

in a pool of my own blood.

Reviews

[geraldine]

wow......a very good writing!....i reqally can feel the emotion...

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

Wow, very very powerful! This really got my attention and drew me in.... It all flowed quite well except for the last line... This was very well done... your emotions were expressed amazingly and your description made the reader feel as if they were there watching it take place... Good Job!