He said she was his everything,
it took him two weeks to finally find the
nerves to approach her and less
then a month to break her, with
whispered words from a sly tongue he
wrapped her around his pinkie finger.
In two months time all she had left were
tear tracks. Days spent making sure
everything was perfect, too afraid of
roses form in tightly clinch hands,
that left lips dark red.
Month four she carries a child
conceived from rape,too
ashamed she take the blame.
excuses roll off her tongue
like a blade slides across veins,
as beatings become everyday pain
for loving him .
She think this can't be healthy
but she love him and one
day he would cherish her
like before, she waits.
She worshiped the ground he
walked on, shoes she cleaned
left their trade mark imprinted
on a stomach six month pregnant.
alone, a empty womb inside a
cold sterile room, a doctor
a nurse and police officer look at the
face of a woman who's eyes can't open
as hands write words on a pad
because her jaw is broken.
He's sorry ... words wrote on a note
from a woman too broken to speak
and not enough courage to move
on when pain became love's
camouflage.
A contest entry
- enough mooshy love crap-give me real, raw, honest...that'll make me happy. by JinSays.
706 points, ended November 22, 41 entries
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this story is very sad. I dont really know what to say other than that. thanks for taking the time to enter this contest. I wish you all the best, love, jin
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You penned my feeling beautifully here,''He said she was his everything,
it took him two weeks to finally find the
nerves to approach her''
Great I bow before your words.
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...amazing words.
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ooohh
god this hurts to read..the pain and sadness is obvious from the start.. it showcases a problem that happens far more than i can stomach..actually once is too much.. I HATE THAT YOU'VE SUFFERED THIS, and the part about the baby just tore me up ..very powerful and very darkly sad..but you've penned it exceptionally well..
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This is very forlorn, and kind of hard to read and make sense out of because more often than not, the person causing harm claims to love his or her victim. I worry about women who go through this type of abuse because as one who was raped and molested as a child, I know how hard it is for these scars to heal. We make look fit on the outside but the inside has stains and wounds that simply scab over and never get the proper mending.
Your poem is vivid and intense. Your accounts are heart wrenching. I do hope you got help! I also hope this volatile relationship is no more. Blessing to you! You are a survivor, not a victim anymore. Your poem may help someone who needs it. God Bless! Best wishes in the contest.
Always with LOVE ♥
Renee
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I felt her pain. This is what I was looking for. Not from some morbid sense of wanting to know how it feels to be treated this way but, because.......I feel this pain and knowing you're not alone makes it somehow easier to bear and also gives the courage needed to move on to a brighter happier life.You've done well with this prompt. I thank you for entering and good luck.
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