Scarlet memories fall,
Splashing on the cold bathroom floor.
Memories of when things were good,
memories that are long gone.
Broken dreams to match the broken face that stares back at me.
The blood may wash away,
and the bruises will heal,
But I will not forget,
I will not forget this night,
I am tired of sitting here
broken and torn.
I am a woman scorned.
Tomorrow I even the score...
Author notes
Picture Credit: http://asbeautydies.deviantart.com/art/Some-sort-of-closure-60697780
A contest entry
- May I Prompt You? VII - Physical Abuse by Manda Kathryn.
500 points, ended November 22, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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I like the determination and menacing vibe the final few lines give off
Powerfully penned
♥
Thank You & Best of Luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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This poem brings back memories and it makes me think about how all the abuse that i went through is no more and i am better. I loved this poem it was short and emotional.
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