Cruel – My body wears her marks –

 “People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.”
― Yukio Mishima 

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Cruel her whips of love,

Holding hands in chains

Giving a slap and shove

Cruel her feet lead away

Left with a subtle kiss

Leather and studded sway

Cruel her hands choke and rub

Enduring eager strokes

With angry slick gloves

Cruel her wet licks on thighs

Stains of lips and teeth

Bring to head deep sighs

Cruel the game she plays

In the morning lights glow

Tortured memories remain

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

05192013

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Cupid – Romanticized Abuse

“A bruise inflicted by someone else, however, is a whole other story: it’s like a big flashing arrow marking you out as punchable, and before long there’ll be boys queuing up to add bruises of their own, as if they’d just been waiting for somebody to show them it could be done.” ― Paul Murray

This moving post is from “E”…read it and weep for those caught in the web of abuse…

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 I think that I romanticized you to the point, 

that when you hit at my face,

I thought of slapping fly’s off my cheeks.

That when you threw me across rooms,

I thought of it as you throwing me from on coming danger.

That when you tried to press daggers deep into my chest

I thought of it as cupids arrows telling me how I loved you.

When you said “I hate you, I’m sorry I love you”

I thought of it as poetry you wrote for me.

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The Tub – Abuse cannot be cleansed

“When you aren’t loved, you aren’t real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm.”
  – Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

“Many abused children cling to the hope that growing up will bring escape and freedom…She is still a prisoner of her childhood; attempting to create a new life, she re-encounters the trauma.”
― Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery  

 

I hear him coming, old truck grumbling

Stumbling up the stairs.

I hear him cussing, broken glassesthrowing

Threatening me to tears.

I hear his belt undoing, drunken fury lashing,

Bringing my young fears

I hear the slaps landing, bruises are coming

Staining my skin with smears

I hear the bath filling, his sorrow is falling

Draining his guilty water clears

I hear the door slamming, darkness is calling

Suffering my torment through the years

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Also published in Broowaha Magazine

02282012

The Tub – Abuse cannot be cleansed

“When you aren’t loved, you aren’t real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm.”
  – Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

“Many abused children cling to the hope that growing up will bring escape and freedom…She is still a prisoner of her childhood; attempting to create a new life, she re-encounters the trauma.”
― Judith Lewis Herman, Trauma and Recovery  

 

I hear him coming, old truck grumbling

Stumbling up the stairs.

I hear him cussing, broken glassesthrowing

Threatening me to tears.

I hear his belt undoing, drunken fury lashing,

Bringing my young fears

I hear the slaps landing, bruises are coming

Staining my skin with smears

I hear the bath filling, his sorrow is falling

Draining his guilty water clears

I hear the door slamming, darkness is calling

Suffering my torment through the years

Related Post: Slamming Doors

Also published in Broowaha Magazine

02282012