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.
An empty space.... 
This is deep stuff…it terrible when a guy hits a girl…just not right. A true man just walks away. My first boyfriend hit me…that was it, I was gone. Besides I was only 18 or 19… I definitely had no business in a relationship let alone one like that.
I deeply admire your strength in walking away. A good friend of mine hid it for 5 years from all of us, she alienated us all until she was alone through shame. The post man found her barely breathing on the gravel one morning. That was 10 years ago. She is happy now and he is in prison.
Hugs your way.x.
Wow! Shame on the guy, so glad she’s in a better place. I guess sometimes it’s the shame…hugs
a very sensitive and deeply moving post.. Iam touched the way u wrote it.
Thank you .x.
Wow touching stuff. I guess it’s not something people really think about and I’m glad you talked about it. I admire how open your writing is.
Thank you .x.
Powerful stuff. I wish I had your depth of emotion…
Thank you, that means a lot to me.
Hugs and smiles to you and family.x.
You always give such vivid imagery in you works Mrs Nem ;o if peeps are critical then most of the time it means you have hit a nerve they do not want to deal with ;s either way the issue is not yours and don’t let it stop you from writing the way that you do about the things that you do ;x
Thank you Mr R. You’ve been following my writing for over 6 yrs now, the good times and bad! I really value your comments, they mean a lot.
Hugs to you, your son and family.
Take care.x.