pain in my eyes,
but a smile on my lips.
clean and soft wrists,
but sliced jagged hips.
He staggered in eyes eerily lit,
the corners of his mouth foaming spit
his demons planned an overnight stay
She motioned to take the little ones away.
Hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds,
we closed the doors, covered our heads
as if blankets could mute the sound of his blows
Or we could silence her screams beneath our pillows.
I hugged the littlest ones close to my chest,
till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest
only then did I let myself cry
Only then did I allow myself to wonder why.
Why she didn’t fight back, didn’t defend
didn’t confess to family of friend
had his demons claimed her soul?
Or was this as well a woman’s role?
Women are inferior.
And God likes it that way.
Silly me. I refused to
believe it. Not only that,
but I began to resent the
I have watched women crushed
beneath the weight
of dreams, smashed.
I have seen them bow down
before their husbands,
and not just figuratively.
I have witnessed bone chilling
abuse, no questions, no help, no escape.
All in the hopes
that when they died,
and reached up from the grave,
their husbands would grab
hold, tug hard, and allow
them to enter Heaven.
Did you ever
When you were little, endure
your parents’ warnings, then wait
for them to leave the room,
pry loose protective covers
and consider inserting some metal
object into an electrical outlet?
Did you wonder if for once
you might light up the room?
When you were big enough
to cross the street on your own,
did you ever wait for a signal,
hear the frenzied approach of
a firetruck and feel like
stepping out in front of it?
Did you wonder just how far
that rocket ride might take you?
When you were almost grown,
did you ever sit in a bubble bath,
notice a blow-dryer plugged
in within easy reach and think
about dropping it into the water?
Did you wonder if the expected
rush might somehow fail you?
And now, do you ever dangle
your toes over the precipice,
dare the cliff to crumble,
defy the frozen deity to suffer
the sun, thaw feather and bone,
Take wing to fly you home?
kiss, not even
a kiss hinting
No tongue, no spit
gifting mine with a
for a moment
I'd die on the
but when he
broke away and the
was over I wished I had.
***** burns my throat but your name hurts my head so i would rather blackout and deal with a throbbing headache then endure the feeling of my senses going numb as i try to forget what it was like to touch you
— The End —