he

he yells at her once more
telling her that she is no good.
she would please him if only she could.
if only you would work we wouldn’t be poor
he screams while pacing the floor.
she hates when he get mad, in this mood
because he beats her and acts so rude.

One day she decides to walk out the door
because she knows their relationship can’t last
she packs her bags and gets in her car
zooms down the road, goes too far.
and as she goes down the road, she goes so fast
to forget her pain and the words he said
and as the car flies off the cliff, she wishes she were dead.

-Jonathan Johnston


© Copyright 1997 Jonathan E. Johnston


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