He’s carving her up
with a flick of his tongue;
cutting her soul down—
inch-by-inch—all the time.
Wives are not chickens,
but he dices her well
and stuffs her with lies
to shut her up a spell.
Home is his castle,
shouldn’t she be his Queen?
He’s carving her up
with a flick of his tongue;
cutting her soul down—
inch-by-inch—all the time.
A wife’s not hired help
to be ordered around.
He chooses her clothes
and 'times' her ‘round town.
Home is her prison
‘cause her mate is plain mean.
He’s carving her up
with a flick of his tongue;
cutting her soul down—
inch-by-inch—all the time.
Happiness needs two . . .
if he won’t let her be,
why don’t he set her free?
He knows she won’t leave.
A child clutches their sleeves,
and this ‘mother’ ever grieves.
He’s carving her up
with a flick of his tongue;
cutting her soul down—
inch-by-inch--all the time.
Know this feeling....but lately I am the Tongue in the house....and he can't take it....PAY BACK TIME....he can't do a thing...Hold him by his "STRING"....and play "squashthemballs" with him...LOL!!
A book-length psychodynamic study of pathological narcissism, relationships
with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder, using a new vocabulary.
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*cringe* what a heartfelt, dramatic write
excellent visuals
"wives are not chickens
but he dices her well
and stuffs her with lies..." and
"...he's carving her up
with a flick of his tongue;
cutting her soul down--
inch-by-inch--all the time"
i've felt the pain caused by verbal abuse--still living with it after many years
thank you, sandra *tears*
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :(