He Said,She Said

Wash the blood, he said.

Wipe the tears, she said.

The night before this dream,

Turned into a nightmare.

Violence and cries,

Could be heard from second storey.

How the neighbours worry,

About this scare.

She has bruises,

While he has bloody hands.

It's the same every night,

Many others don't attend.

Try to fix the cracks,

In their foundations that are breaking.

But with the drinking,

With the smoking,

All they are is hurting.



The End

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