cruelty wearing a victim’s face

she slithers on the ground

knowing just when to strike

each piercing insult

a shard of jagged glass

puncturing his thick skin

his energy exhausted

feeding her every whim

each spoonful her selfishness intensified

she grows fatter

he starves

his rescue

a useless key cradled in his palm

the lock jammed with his insecurities

he believes this is his worth

a vested onlooker

my body bruises

from every ugly word

she hurls in his direction

he refuses to

hear my raging heart

pounding in my ears

instructed to remain calm

I transpose the rage into supporting whispers

quietly guard him

from facing my truth

his truth

she is his death and

we are witness to a slow murder

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