"Do you feel like a man when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?... A new life she has found, face down in the dirt, She said this doesn't hurt, she said, I've finally had enough..." Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Face Down.
A shove,
A word,
A phrase,
A curse.
She looks up at him from the ground,
A steely look on her face,
"We're over,"
she says,
and struggles up just to be,
pushed back down.
We're over when I say we're over...
and I'm not done with you yet,
you stupid bitch.
Her face stays set,
She gets back up,
Pushes past him,
Walks away from him,
Towards another him,
A gentler him,
A him that won't ever be
him.
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