Once again his hands

around my throat,

The des-per-ation in

my eyes of note,

The beseeching plee

a barely audible rasp,

Pushes down harder

tightens his grasp,

Eyes cold void empty

to control is his need,

My screams horror fright

they stoke his fire they feed,

He grabs my hair

with fingers deft,

drags me off the bed

no dignity left,

Slaps hard i hit

the wall the floor,

He puts on his boots

then walks out the door,

The bruises bites rape

tell myself they don’t matter,

Cuz I’m in love with his smile

warmness laughter chatter,

I need to clean up this blood

clear up whats messed,

The marks I can hide

once I am dressed,

This doesn’t happen all the time

only on un-particular days,

My mobile it beeps

…. “I love you so deeply.” it says….

.x.

Domestic violence happens. I was told by a domestic violence support worker that the average woman will go back 62 times before finally leaving him either by walking away or by coffin. Makes you think doesn’t it? Of course I’m not tarring ALL men with the same brush…. There are some utterly fantastic men out there but, there are also blokes who are just scum. And don’t forget that there are women out there that think it’s fun to beat shit out of men.  It shouldn’t be a secret, it happens.

If you’ve read the above and you feel offended well, I’m sorry but, I’ve said before I write about everything.

If you want to leave a comment, be my guest but, NO nasty comments please. I’ve had some really really nasty comments writing poems/thoughts about domestic violence on other sites. Like I said before I don’t tar all men with the same brush. 99% of you are diamonds….

Hugs you all.x.x.

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