This Furious Beat.

This Furious Beat.

A Poem by Natasha
"

Le sigh.

"

I'm okay.

Just fine.

I'm happy I swear to you.

 

He slammed her into the walls. 

He pushed her into the desks.

He punched her, mercilessly

He kicked her, endlessly

He beat her, savagely

He devoured her.

He ravaged her. 

He tortured her

 With the same question

Echoing.

'What's wrong.'

 

Nothing is wrong.

I am so happy right now.

It's because of you, too.

 

She was sent to the infirmary.

She awoke to his face.

She asked him.

He denied everything.

 

He laughed at her.

He comforted her.

He lied to her.

He doesn't believe

He hurt her.

He said,

To me,

Truthfully

'I would never hurt

My

Only

Love.'

 

I never want to leave you

You are so good to me

You're so wonderful, its true!

 

I just love

                  Being here

         Safe in your arms

         Right here

                  Wound so tight

With you

 

I was talking to her

she said she was fine

She told me the whole time

She kept saying, over and over 

To me and...herself

'Nothing's wrong, I'm fine.

I'm fantastic, so great

All thanks to him

To him, to him,

To him

Him.'

© 2009 Natasha


Author's Note

Natasha
I don't like it, for many reasons.
Just needed to write it.

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woww ..there are many ways to look at this, firstly what a heartbreaking scenerio, and all to unoticed,
I believe violence is a derived from rage, that is usually projected toward the innocent, and to
be in a relationship where such anger issues surface is walking in a feild mine, the ever common mistep
can be tragic, brilliantly scripted in form that captures absolute originality in design. Magnificent job

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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My mother went back to abuse many times. Hard to understand. My father abuse of woman made me never desire to hurt a woman. A powerful and strong poem. Happens too often in this world.
Coyote

Posted 15 Years Ago


i don't know why you don't like this. it tells the story quite well. i have had several friends in abusive relationships and i still don't understand the dynamics. i think you've capture part of that dynamic here.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the poem. Quixotic...freakish love. One of which it seems that she didn't quite understand herself. She wanted to believe it was his way of showing love but she was perplexed by the rough stuff lol. Good read!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

woww ..there are many ways to look at this, firstly what a heartbreaking scenerio, and all to unoticed,
I believe violence is a derived from rage, that is usually projected toward the innocent, and to
be in a relationship where such anger issues surface is walking in a feild mine, the ever common mistep
can be tragic, brilliantly scripted in form that captures absolute originality in design. Magnificent job

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great expression and creativity Natasha!!! I enjoyed.....

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I would really like to know what you were thinking and feeling when you wrote this...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow I loved it

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I thaught this was a great poem. You should be proud of your work. Your very good at it. why don't you like it?

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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