Brute Poem by Shemaine English

Brute



He walks around,
almost like
a god.

The almighty Ares,
his heavy footsteps
shake
the earth,
and the
vibrations
scare me
to the core.

Causing me
to wonder,
who he will
be tonight.

And whether
he will
leave me
with kisses...
or bruises.

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Greensboro, North Carolina
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