you kicked me and i fell down; my face did hit the ground. my mouth pressed to the soil; the soil did taste like salt. you were busy kicking me; and i was trying to block your hits. until, your kicks stopped hurting; for my mind was analysing the salty taste. beating me must have been tiring; for when i remembered what you were doing, i saw that you've gone away; that's when i realized, the salty taste was because of my tears. the salty taste. random. #domesticviolence #abuse #gender #yopowrimo #yqbaba
