Poison dripped from every word he spoke
Venomous sounds filled with such malice.
She squeezed her eyes shut, tightly
In the hope that she did not have witness
Seeing those putrid lips form the toxic speech
He was now giving her.
She could do nothing to block out the sounds
As her hands were tied up in bloodied bounds.
Oh, she hated him more than anything
And she held onto that hate
For it was the only thing
Keeping the fear at bay.  

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