Reactive Abuse Poetry

Reactive Abuse Poetry

Up his sleeve, he holds the deuce;

his lips, a virgin,to the word, “truce”.

He spares not my neck from his frayed noose;

but it is, I, who is the monster, when erupts my Reactive Abuse.

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Reactive Abuse, Tamara Yancosky

Alcohol Intervention, Creative Writing

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