Slamming DoorsA Poem by JamesShe didn't have to tell me her story, the bruises on her face and the hopelessness in her eye's told me all I needed.Another fight, another bruise -- slamming door This time without tears, or fear, just regret. A night in a bus stop, both hands clutching her bag. A ride from a trucker -- sanctuary from the road, bed in the back, because nothing comes free. Two days to Charlotte, close your eyes and dream. A roadside diner serving slop and black coffee, top buttons loose --bigger tip --rent for the week. The smoke from a cigarette hides her shame. She sees him every day at lunch, same type guy, two ex-wives, kids in another town -- a job that pays. She trades her Hell for another cell, goes with him. Another fight, another bruise " slamming door…
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7 Reviews Added on November 30, 2016 Last Updated on December 1, 2016 Tags: Abuse, Hopelessness, Surviving Author
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