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The minutes turned to hours and the hours into years. She's thinking of the life that had once been. But all that's gone in a flood of tears, She looks like a ragdoll thrown 'round and Around. Then she realizes in a burst of relief "All this's got to stop and I've got two options," she says-- "Either to kill or be killed." There's a .45 in the drawer by the bed. The bullets are under the clothes. But then a question arises in her mind, "Am I brave enough?" she asks herself. She opens the door, looks into the mirror. Her face all swollen and bruised. In walks the beast rigid and tall. He raises his hand but stops halfway down. She raises her hand and he realizes He's staring into his own hell. He backs out of the room, Never been so scared. It's about 2 am when the cops come 'round. They handcuff a victim and cover an abuser. She no longer sits in the corner all huddled In fear. The minutes turning into hours and the hours into years. Now she's sitting behind steel bars, No longer a victim. |