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Sat on the wooden chair with a phlegmatic slouch,
She stares at the candlelight as it burns out,
The voices around her slowly begin to fade,
As she is drawn into the memories time never forbade.

Remembering the day his fist first met her eye,
As if to announce its presence not at all shy,
It staged a grand entry notwithstanding it was at the wrong place,
Tattooing a black circle for her face to embrace.

Society made it taboo that needn’t be mentioned,
The voices within her said she was wrong to have questioned,
Others said it’s just the first time no need to complicate,
He said it was a mistake that wouldn’t recapitulate.

I suppose what he meant to say was “your face is excused”,
Because it wasn’t too long till her neck was bruised,
Her stomach constantly punched,
Till she wouldn’t go a day untouched.

Sat on the wooden chair with a phlegmatic slouch,
She stares at the candlelight still burning out,
With the voices around her still fading,
She is drawn into the memories time never forbade.

Memories of all the scars her scarf couldn’t cover,
The pain only the liquor bottles could mask,
Remembers her 2 friends,
This puts a smile on her face.

Morgan was fun,
He spiced things up a little,
Gave her life a twist,
An illusion that she could escape her realities.

Johnnie was a listener,
He walked with her,
Didn’t question or judge,
A silent fallacy that with every,
Sip things would get better.

So she remains sat on the wooden chair with a phlegmatic slouch,
The candle light has now burnt out,
And the voices around all faded,
As she is deeply entrenched in the memories time never forbade.