a study toward sonnet #1,094 by FisherKingKQJ
Each night you give me one virtual beating
Though I early on yield up surrender;
I've been gracious in defeat and tender,
But my sorry and your blows keep meeting.
Myself I now find passively greeting
Put downs, scolds and tantrums, myself lender
Of a cowering posture, feeble fender,
Your death threats pinched shrill and fleeting.
But you won't kill me, won't put me to rest,
We know a murder kills less than a maim,
That rape or torture lasts a lifelong best,
Sets up for failure or freefloatng shame.
At least a hundred times, I've been half slain
By you my heart, whilst in dark we've lain.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 slain
o $10,000,000 killed
o $10,000,000 liquidated
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