remember telling me about the horses
the wild horses?
I didn’t believe wild horses still roamed Georgia
but you assured me
showed me photographs
of the horses in your fields last weekend
remember confessing your infatuation
you had to have me
I didn’t believe you
but you grabbed me
touched me despite the struggle
of a disbelieving girl who trusted you
I’ll always
remember screaming in the bathtub that night
trying to scrub off the bruises
I didn’t believe you could have hurt me
but you had
broken my spirit for the sake
of what you wanted
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