everything a woman needed to make an escape everything except justification... sure - being called a whore by her enraged, alcoholic husband and being accused of getting drunk on communion wine was a weekly thing but it wasnt till he started kicking down doors that she found the justification she needed for her four bags full of reasons to start anew.
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Reviewed by Lucy Edwards (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2008
Strong, distinct lines. Well-written.
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2007
love the making of a list as metaphors for making a new life; i read the non-perishables as life itself. .. but i tend to make the voodoo doll images out of things in my head. ..
black bags. .black as in bruises but also in the absorption of every colour, every hope/idea/faith in what is faced on the outside. .. she has absorbed all she could---
such a powerful and simple thing...
so non-gussied up but dressed down, for an expedient leaving. . .
jsut excellent all the way around this
ness
Man, in my church the communion wine is bad grape-juice. This is one of the sad realities of life, emotional and mental abuse. Sometimes our hopes for things getting better can end up becoming dangerous. I hope you are well. Blessings ...
Richard
What a strong write with such truth in it that I can picture this pour soul with her garbage bags rushing to be gone before he arrives to prevent her.
Fee
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on September 7, 2007
I wish all women would find their "justification" even sooner. I am stunned by all the women who stay with their abusive men, and even blame themselves for such abuse. Me, I would take him out behind the barn and teach him about abuse. He would learn. Nice one, Cedric!
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A million reasons no to stay, just needs one to go away.
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black bags. .black as in bruises but also in the absorption of every colour, every hope/idea/faith in what is faced on the outside. .. she has absorbed all she could---
such a powerful and simple thing...
so non-gussied up but dressed down, for an expedient leaving. . .
jsut excellent all the way around this
ness
Be safe,
Karen
Richard
Fee
Ted
Needs 'justification' NO - needs strength!
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
A million reasons no to stay, just needs one to go away.
Georg