What’s Left Behind

Shards of glass scattered from a mirror broken in the fight.

Necklaces spilling out of a jewlerly box knocked on the ground by a missed attack.

A chair on its side knocked over during my fall.

Blood smeared across the floor from my attemps to escape.

My body thrown on the floor once you were finished with me.

You never liked cleaning up your messes.

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