I Can Still Remember

I wince when flying hands come
toward my face
I was hit too many times to
suppress the instinct
I can still remember those times
He'd attempt to break my glasses every time

I recoil when arms come flailing
toward my body
I want to dodge any further
blows and scratches
They left red marks, scars and bruises
I can still remember those times
He'd attempt to rip my face open

I push away when bodies come
tumbling into me
I have fallen enough now to be
caught off guard
I can still remember those times
He had no self-control and would take me down

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