There are still far too many women being abused and/or killed by men who profess to love them…….
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There was no air
Smoke hovered around her in the dimly lit room
Stifling and stagnated
Struggling to remember how she got here
Who was this man before her?
Surely not her intended
He is charming and handsome
This one, dark and menacing
Standing over her
The stench of alcohol burning her nostrils
Her eyes pleaded with him
As his hands clenched her throat
For the final time
And the last of the light was extinguished
There was no air
©2010 – Andrea J. Shannon
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