His hand on you call the police his hand on you call the police his hand the police call phone in your pocket call his hand, you, the police you, a shield his hand hammer his hand axe his hand promise you hurt you call the police his hand your phone your pocket you call.
Dear Woman, Stop it. Stop. It. Stop all of it. You are not a victim. You are a survivor. You get to choose what you will experience. So, file those papers. Pack his bags. Leave them on the doorstep. Change the locks. Invite friends over. Have them block the garage doors with their cars. Ask them to stay the night. This man you married, you owe him nothing. There were good times. There was love. You had hope. You put in the time. But what you had slipped away years