Chalk lines left by design
thin scrapes of nails and old polish
red and chipped in the opened wounds
beautiful confetti to alight in your blood
yellow tape to wrap around straight
and curved with bold letters of black
cowering shadows sneaking to smile again
for the camera’s flash and the fading of day
sirens will wail like babies slapped
and baby is slapped and that’s the least
pinned to the ground where the carpet is stained
bits of threads still left caught in your loose teeth
come home again he was sorry he said
forgiveness in an unopened can of beer
his breath will reek just the same the next time
he tells you he won’t be happy till he sees you dead
stripped down to the bones that he breaks
cut open to the core of the soul he destroys
shaved small with the carvings of the you left behind
the day you believed the lies that true love never ends
Barbara
A poem won't solve it. We must summon the courage to run in the opposite direction as fast as we can. I'm sorry, like war, I can't encourage or glorify bad behavior.
Ron
and agonizing look into the abusive pain and madness that
so often goes unseen outside the family. -gene.
Powerfully penned heartbreak - the lines,
" ... sirens will wail like babies slapped ..." deeply effecting sadness. I shall have to read more of Miss Emily's work.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hope you feel better, soon. :(
hugs
Fee
Your poem is profound and says so much..I pray the readers take this to heart. A police report does not do much, they only advise a restraining order and then left the bastard out of jail to repeat the offense. A hospital will link the abused to a safe house and other resources and make the police report as well.
I hope your pain is soon diminished and your healing begins.
My vigil is for legitimate laws to Domestice Violence and your selfless calling, while you are suffering yourself.
It is our DV laws that are the Crime. Warmth to those who are dealing with such a horrific crime and for you Michelle. Love, Carin
Thank you for shedding more light to this