Round One by Ron Savory

I am not a silent poet

Catherine knew the signs

She stayed upstairs, hidden out of the way

That night she knew that all her friends

Had gone off leaving her alone

Whatever she did, she knew he would be disappointed

It would never be enough

First he pinned her against the door

He took the cigarette from his lips

And stabbed her with it, laughing

Her head started to spin

Out of control she knew

It was important to keep going

If she stopped he would be back

Would wheel out the same excuse

Realising her mistake

She vowed never again

Wishing that Guy had not bothered

To light up her sky

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