First punch
August visitor, never expected
Oh baby I’m sorry he gushed
There will be no more she thought
Second punch
He said it was all her fault
Just do what I want he barked
A zombie robot
She danced to the punches of the piper
First kick
Bathroom mirror now her friend
Tears her only company
Still she thinks
Tomorrow will be better
Second kick
Now all goes in without a red light
Trips to the hospital
She says, she walked into a door
But no one knows its a door with fists
