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Broken GLASS smash
Against her FACE,
Proves that you are A MAN.
Held in your HAND,
This is your WEAPON.
An EXPRESSION of your mind.
The Bottle strikes against THE FACE,
THE MACE,
YOUR TOTEM,
Knocking at the door
As she falls to the floor.
Watch the BLOOD
cling to the surface of the GLASS.
NO FRICTION
to represent YOUR RAGE.
The blood is on ONE SIDE.
To prove that YOU ARE A MAN.
Is this how YOU MAKE A STAND?
a child holding YOUR HANDS
crying
you chide him.
He trembles with FEAR.
But you do not hear HIS CRIES.
These are your POSSESSIONS.
It proves that YOU ARE A MAN.
The cries will never GO AWAY.
She said, LET HIM!
Her words more startling than the lightning strikes on STORMY NIGHTS.
