You couldn’t help but hear as the excitement charged his voice
It’s not done that ever before
Other voices still talking slowly quieten
As he yelled
The blood it flies everywhere, if you do it right
I mean of all the times I did it and……
What hasn’t happened ?he’s asked urgently
It makes patterns there’s nothing and then this amazing pattern
All the times I hit her before well slap cuz I’m not violent right?
Daring them to disagree
And it looks the best game I’ve never seen it in life
Blood lust dripping from his voice
Like sap from a tree
Telling himself it’s ok to do it and no one is shocked
Except for the listener, me at the window
Sickened and fearful
For the things that pass for normal
I will her, whoever she is to run and not return
Listen to no promises of never again
Because for some this becomes a pattern of life.
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2016
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