Eyes weeping blood
face shrouded in pain
lips twisted with broken desires
her back bent again.
He promises each time
that it will be his last
sobbing
grasping
hugging her around the waist.
She strokes his head
whispers soft assurances
knowing
fearing
that it will happen again.
No matter how obsequious
no matter if dinner is made
his whisky in hand
as she waits at the door.
The fist will lash
cracking bones
the boots will strike
head bouncing off the floor.
Still she waits
she fears
for should she leave
he will hunt her down
killing her for real this time.
Sept. 23/18
Photo by Chau Luong on Unsplash
Wow…that was very powerful. I hope you are not speaking from experience 😢
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No am not talking from experience. Thank you so much for your like
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I wasnt talking from experience with my poem Driven, just in case you wondered. Lol!
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This is very deep and this is very very emotional ..For those who undergo domestic violence and the children who see that and literally face that ..And it requires a lot of strength to write such a piece …I love this blogpost and it’s Wonderfully composed ✨✨👌👌
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Thank you. I appreciate hearing that 😊💞
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Beautiful thank you
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Great post, Jay.. Really intense.. We need to do our part in addressing this issue.. I’m glad that you raised it with such good writing 😊
Regards
Dee Kay
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Thank you so much. 😊💞
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This is gut wrenching but beautiful Jay.
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Thank you. 😊💞
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Always a pleasure. 💕
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