Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
are not
permanent

~ but ~

this is how
mine
felt

like the shadows
under the
dead tree
which leach
blackness
into the
groundwater

the tattoo
scribbled on my
skin as a teenager
with a thick
needle
and ink

~ your name ~

a port wine stain
birthmark
which extends
across
my
*******

skrimshaw
on my own
teeth

the
Rorschach patterns
which diagnosed
YOUR
mental condition


they shouldn't define

~ me ~

BUT SHOULD BE
IMPRINTED
ON YOUR
FOREHEAD

PERMANENTLY


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
To the ex-boyfriend who tried
to beat me up.
He didn't succeed. I ran to a neighbor
who called the cops.

He did manage to leave bruises, though.
I threw him out that day.

To all battered women.
My experience wasn't lasting.
But it left a lasting impression.
I can't even imagine how
you must feel!
I hope you find comfort and help!
SøułSurvivør
Written by
SøułSurvivør
Please log in to view and add comments on poems