I'm fine.
Blood trailed down her arm
Don't worry about me.
Bruises sang underneath the shirt, breathing impossible
I'll go to you if I need help.
Stitches burst open again
This is just how our life is.
Fourth time this month in a wheel chair
He loves me.
It was rapturous for him to rape her
I'm fine.
Flatlined for the final time
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