How could he throw the remote?
Pushed me into the wall,
put his hand to my mouth,
and told me to be quiet
as to not wake the remaining residents
of the ransack he called home.
I unwillingly resisted,
swaying my fists,
slashing out against my morals.
Just the thought of escape had me salivating,
but I would have to plow through the blockade of human being
that faced me to achieve it.
Every time I pushed a boulder pushed me a step backward.
I couldn't feel my hands anymore,
it was almost as if they were bloody with disease
from trying to escape my once love, but now enemy.
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