by Dean Traylor

Created on: August 11, 2009   Last Updated: November 25, 2009

Through the tears

and sobs, you say:

"Turn the page"
When I see the vicious marks
That devil
Draped across your face.
And turn the page I do.
Only to condemn you to hell
In your storybook romance.

I could do something
To end this tale.
But I keep reading you
Hoping that you'll
Put it down,
For good.
But your eyes are blackened
You lips are swollen
Even as you say
The story will get better

But I know,
The story will remain the same
Until it goes too far.
And this love story
becomes a horror tale.
The writing's there,
For all to see.
The welts, the scars
Etched into the skin
Writing an eventual end.

And as I see this happen,
I so want to change this plot.
My fists are clenched,
Waiting to jump in
And force a climax.
Then, you can turn this page
To the end
Put it down
For good
Throw it away
For good.
And never, ever again,
open a chapter
In this book
and turn the page
To relive this hell
That devil put you through.

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