she spun around, fists flying, unending love, just met its end
the black and blue he gave her, imprinted like tattoos, on her skin
the tears weren’t for the aching, but for the brokenness within
she vowed it was the last time she’d be a punching bag for him
a roadside dispute was the result of a road trip they were on
spending some time together, to explore where they’d gone wrong
alone and unattended, they’d go where they don’t belong
like a sad and bitter ending to a country western song
by the time that help arrived, things had gone way too far
they found them both together, unresponsive in the car
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
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That was so tragic and heart-wrenching. Very well done!
OMG!!! Too sad!!! Left some love!!!💖💖💕
Oh wow. That was raw. Very well done.
Ouch to every single brilliant line! A thing of malevolent beauty silently punctuated by the gasps of the reader!