( I write this for my blogging companion ‘Americana Injustica’ though please think of it as a work in progress, much like the need to raise our awareness of the ugly nature of social injustice and peril in our society today)
I hit her again last night, it just happened, I didn’t think about it, I just did it,
I watched her body bounce off the stove and her head just missed the granite countertop,
she watched us from between the doorway and I didn’t have a clue she was there
watching her mom crumple on the floor while blood streamed from her nose.
I looked at her lay on the ground out cold, and wondered if I’d really killed her this time.
I knew some part of her was dead, but that was a long time ago ….
I guess I had just regained physical control.
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