Impression

Posted on July 13, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

She was under the impression
that he loved her,
that she mattered.

She was under the impression
that he cared
for more than himself.

Now she’s only
under the impression
of his bootheel
as it grinds her pretty face
into dust.

Tags: abuse, hurt, impression, love, pain, poem, poems, poetry, relationships, writing

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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