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Poetry - Mean

 Mean


A door slams

Juli jumps

An unkind smile

Her heart stops

“I’ve got you a gift”

She swallows

“Don’t you like it?”

His smirk widens

“It’s lovely”

Smile hesitant

The item smashes

Juli flinches

Kalum looks down on her

She hurries to pick up the pieces

He chuckles

Blood pools in her hand

“Clean yourself up, Love”

Her eyes well

She nods with a smile

He stomps upstairs

Looking down at her hand

Her smile drops

He didn’t hit her

She cannot leave.



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