He Slapped Her (The Witness) Poem by Terri Turrell

He Slapped Her (The Witness)



He slapped her you know, with a fist fully closed.
as his hands tried to strangle her cries
wicked intentions left no room for debate
this giant that dwarfed her in size

Oh, she ran and screamed

but with twisted intent
he quickly cut off all escape
despite her best fight..
(and she fought for her life)
your lucky I caught it on tape

I watched on that day
(far too frightened to help)
from safety - as violence ensued
put hands to my ears and yes
camera to eye
the violence was not easy to view

and now you judged me
with your fingers that point?
and question my failure to aid!

when all's said and done
I'd have taken her home
but the girl was already dead

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Mclain 21 November 2009

Involvement... as relationships that have fled in the night like the dead... laying wide open aid to confusion.. again as he slips into your head...iip

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