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Kellogg’s (Original Poetry)

domestic violence

 

Your bones dug into my neck

Like some rusted-over shovel,

My face shoved into a soggy pillow,

Thanks for the muzzle.

You became afraid

Whenever you heard those “snaps”,

“Crackles”,

And “pops”,

Not because you loved me,

But because you feared the cops.

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