**Adult Subject Matter. Not indicative of anything I am going through right now.***
Molted yellow
garish brown
had to tell others
it was okay
I was fine.
Said I tripped on the stairs
cannot see at night
walked into that door
am a klutz
of the third degree.
No abuse here officer….
please leave.
Bleeding lip
eyes shaded with sadness
no escape
his way
no way.
I feel it.
His fist smashes
breaking cheek
teeth shattering
pain engulfing.
Held in his arms
scalding tears
scorching my skin.
He promises this is the last time..
I know the truth.
He will kill me.
November 24/18

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

10 thoughts on “Bruised”

  1. HELLO MY___ ๐ŸŒบDEAR๐Ÿด

    ๐Ÿ‰ VERY NICE ONE..

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