Domestic Violence

Posted: December 17, 2014 in poetry
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argument
On the telephone my friends are fighting over a morphine tab
It’s fucked up to fight over drugs
Drugs should be about fun and companionship and crazy ass-shaking hijinks
About kicks, and joy and riding the highway of life at staggering speed wearing ironic trousers
She’s hearing voices and is freaking out- schizophrenia hacking into her soul
Whispers from the center of her brain that seem to come from outside
She’s kicked him in the balls
He’s hit her in the head
A squalid caricature of domestic violence and paranoia
You always hurt the one you love,
Intimately

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