The Abused

From VIRAL SPIRAL — A collection of poems by Sarah P. Ross

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Quarantined with my abuser
Due to Covid-19
They now feel like a loser
No job, no food, no money.
Come here bitch
I hear the call
To hit me again
Til I must fall.
Help I cry
As blood drips down my skin
People say to stay home
But it’s not safe to be in.
Domestic violence strengthened
Without any ease
Just get me out of this place
Immediately!
Coronavirus has trapped me
Must I stay in this place
As my abuser takes advantage
And pummels my face!

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