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my darling Scarlet, 
how tough the fight 
to hold yourself up 
even after i battered you 
and saw you crack 
like cheap porcelain. 
screams you justified 
to an abusive father 
still went unheard 
under the sounds 
of my sheer masculine power 
breaking you 
still being stubborn 
you could not shut up 
lie down and take it 
or simply submit 
as weak ones 
were trained to do 
you kept on coming 
to relish in the torment 
of physical anguish 
reliving the memories 
of blows to your psyche 
and your hardened heart 
but in the end 
i prevailed and broke you 
like the cheap porcelain 
you loved to treasure 
and substituted 
for a fragile heart

The red crowbar