Eyes Smoldering

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Eyes Smoldering

Drunk, and his eyes smoldering,
and that’s what she hated,
drinking and he became a monster alcohol created,
he rammed into her,
a string of spit,
after the hit,
stretched across his mouth,
then he struck her again,
he was a total disgrace,
backhanded her across the face,
she felt his rage and heat,
her knees buckled,
but somehow she managed to stay on her feet,
he sensed her fear,
as he grabbed her hair,
pulled her down,
ignored the sounds
as she hit the ground,
his fist pulled back,
and on with his attack,
he struck her again and again,
and once more,
as her blood stained the floor,
her mouth swollen and bleeding,
as he ignored the pleading,
she was his wife,
but she had no more strength
to plead for her life.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Atanacio’s Poems (43)

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In A Cool, Dry Place 0
Masking Her Fate 2
Complete The Beasts 0
Souls Sang 2
Guilty, And He Knew Why 0
Eyes Smoldering 0
Quiet The Cries 0
A Slim Figure Rising 0
He Sensed Defeat 0
Calm Passed 0
Marched Briskly 0
Trinity Sunday 1
He Stood In The Shadows 0
Familiar Stranger 0
Ocean Air 0
Earthbound 1
Into Glazed Eyes 0
Proof Of God 1
Peculiar Brush With Death 0
State Rested 0
No Sign Of Regret 0
First Kiss 0
Asphyxiation 0
Condemnation 1
Her Emotions Were Mummified 1
No Kingdom Come 1
Deck Red 0
God's Eyes, Grim 1
Floated To Heaven On A Dream 0
Nothing More Than A Dream 0
A Flamboyant Amber 0
Life Fell Prey 0
Emotions Sift 0
The Silence Was Unnerving 0
Die... 0
This Game 0
Only A Voice Mail 0
A Flamboyant Amber 2
Soft Kisses 1
Ghost Shook Her Head 1
Exhilarating Freedom 0
Muted Chatter 0
Putting Death On Hold 1