Kellogg’s

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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