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This is the result of my parents continuous fighting.. It needs help so please critique!! |
| Glass shatters Maybe a wine glass, no that's only for polite company. Maybe a beer bottle That would explain his rage but not hers. She screams goodbye a time or two And tells him to make sure his clothes are dry before he leaves. He says she's crazy slurring his words ever so little. They circle eachother Hungry for the kill. He snarls She lashes out He recoils And she bits in He winces She stops for a second He sees his chance And takes it. At the end all they wanted was victory All they got was pain All he got was an empty bed All she got was a broken heart. |