This is the 2nd poem in what seems to be a three part poem.
Please note this deals with abuse and the imagery used here
may possibly trigger memories and pain. Please read only if
comfortable.
***The series begins with the poem: Ugly Reality
Bitch
how dare you
defy me
talk back to me
make me look stupid!
Get over here
in front of me right now
do not look in my eyes
who told you
who is giving you these airs?
Crack
heavy handed slap
fall to the floor
curled in a ball
tears streaking down her face.
Pain
unimagined by the masses
daily
body aches
bones break
reset
re-break
multiple concussions
black eyes
her medical records
a tale of agony
lacerations
belt marks
what did she do wrong?
People
they see without seeing
yet what aid can they offer?
Reach out a helping hand
abuse never ends
until he is gone……
jailed
dead
it matters not
it will be the only way to recover.
Death comes in many forms
wearing many faces
never to be evaded
never to turn its hand
except…..
when torture becomes too much.
Cradle her head
blood
life fleeing
tiny cry
remember
there is another
fight her way back.
Bitch you are my property.
You are mine.
I own you.
Never will you get away
I will always bring you back.
©Feb. 29/20
Picture via Pinterest
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Painful but cathartic, I’m sure!
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I was prepared for this one, thank you for the warning! Once again, I may as well have dropped my story into your ears because it flies out of your fingers and paints pictures I can only now look at. I am healed, your words have just given me proof.
Gritty realism, pain, hurt, anger, cold terror. A beautifully crafted piece of work. xx♥xx
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Thank you so much. I think you will like the last one a whole lot. 🤓💜
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Whoa. I honestly don’t know what to say.
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Well that is a response in and of its self. 💜🤓
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🙂
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