Untitled Poem #1

Arterial spray
painting the walls
crimson red
as he stares
hands to throat
trying to hold back the tide.
The first time he hit me
I might have deserved it
for my mouth was running at large.
The second
fourth time
there were no excuses I could find.
nightmare that never ended
for there were no clues
nothing I could avoid
to keep him from beating me.
I tried
each and every time
placate him
it was never enough.
Bathed in his blood
laying on the floor
I wearily slide to the floor
one nightmare is over
does another now begin?
Oct. 12/18
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

12 thoughts on “Untitled Poem #1”

    1. I appreciate your concern but I have not (thankfully) ever had to deal with a situation such as this. Pacify was word of the day and that is what came to me when I was trying to come up with a poem. Thank you. 😊

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