Carousel spinning,
Animals dance lazily,
Children’s joy echoes.
– Shaman Romney 2015
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Sounds crashing,
Glass smashing,
Scattered on the floor.
I couldn’t miss,
the perfect fist,
you left upon the door.
I couldn’t stand
as you brought that hand
Hard across my face.
I tried to speak,
I couldn’t think.
I had to make some space.
The door was shut,
I had enough.
And then you start to worry.
Insults flying,
sounds of crying
“I’m so sorry,”
“I’m so sorry.”
You’re sorry,
until you do it all again.
You’re sorry,
until I get in your way.
You’re sorry,
until you don’t want to be.
You’re sorry,
Just to make me stay.
Shame on The Universe 