Sprung trap

the nunchuks

fast

had me

cut my head

blinded me with blood

as I fell

the boots came in

I dragged myself up

holding on to a leg

stumbled to a bench

struggling to find something

anything

to clear my eyes

while one behind me

more cowardly

than the rest

rained blows

on my head

I was beyond pain

could not defend myself

& remembered dimly

advice for dealing

with abusers

silence encourages them

let them know

they are hurting you

said: ow

in a flat voice

& again with each thump

ow

after the third

maybe the fourth

I could feel him stop

take a look

puzzled

& he ran away

I no longer cared

I was happy

he’d stopped

that bit was over

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