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Thoughts on Life The battered batter
was mixed with
precise strokes,
incisions rolled into
each other so
they are no longer
visible to the victim.
He licks the specks
of blood off
his bruised knuckles
before they bake on
while she lets
her tears cake on
beaten cheeks.
The doe-eyed dough
swears the abuse
is meant to make
her better than
what she now is
through the assaults
of an angry whisk.
He crams her
malleable imperfections
into pastry molds,
calling her special
but treating her like
she is ordinary, simply
another of his conquests.
Maybe she thinks
it is her just desserts.
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The battered batter
was mixed with
precise strokes,
incisions rolled into
each other so
they are no longer
visible to the victim.
He licked the specks
of blood off
his bruised knuckles
before they baked on
while she let
her tears cake on
beaten cheeks.
The doe-eyed dough
swore the abuse
was meant to make
her better than
what she was now
through the assaults
of an angry whisk.
He crammed her
malleable imperfections
into pastry molds,
calling her special
but treating her like
she is ordinary, simply
another of his conquests.
Maybe she thinks
it is her just desserts.
