Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I’m sorry my dead husband
Robert getzelman was the most abusive
Man I have ever known he beat me up
Sitting on top of me
Holding me down

And hit me in the face numerous times

At an A A meeting someone asked why I had black eyes
He said” rough sex”
Bullshit
Mothrrfucker needed a cock ring
He was all fucked up from prison
Meth cook and crazy stories of real raunchy ugly shit
By the time he beat me up I was so done
It was a relief
I knew it was over finally
Now I can write this without crying
Years later
I’m glad that fucker is dead
I would have killed him myself if I thought I could get away with it
But he was an addict
He did it to himself
And blames me
Ha ha ha
Not

Not sorry at all

He tried to choke me once
Cut my hair in my sleep
Then said I was fucking someone else
At 3 in the morning

I swear I knew he was crazy

Mmmmmmm spirits are strong
He is gone
Now I got to live my life in love

past horrors
echoing through the canyons of time
are still horrors
like nightmares remembered
the pain of the flesh
not forgotten by the soul
the physical scars
familiars of the psyche
still through it all
you are here
he (it) is not
io triumphe

Ya! Thank you Sasha! I really appreciate your work and words
Beautiful