Fade To Black

A poem about domestic violence.

Fade To Black

Someone’s slapping,

Punching and hitting

Me all over my body,

My legs, my stomach,

My arms and my butt.

 

Salty tears are

Running down

My cheeks but

I’m not crying.

I’m screaming

Instead.

 

Their nails are scratching

And clawing me all over

My face, my arms and legs,

But I can’t feel a thing

Because I’m numb all over.

I have no feeling at all!

 

My heart is racing

And the sounds of

Voices yelling in

My ears are muffled

And fading.

 

My ears are hot

And burning.

Someone’s rapping

On my head with

A sharp high

Heel shoe,

But I’m not

Letting them in.

 

It’s as if I’m

Watching this

From a plush

Theatre seat

Up above

Minus the

Popcorn and soda.

 

Someone that

Looks like me

Is getting a

Severe beating

Down below by

Those she loves

The most.

 

Poor thing.

Oh I wish

There was

Something I

Could do

For her.

 

But I’ve got

No ideas,

She’s trapped

In this lifestyle.

Fade to black.

 

 

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Awful that this sort of thing goes on. My friend lost his sister to abuse when her husband murdered her one month shy of their divorce. He just couldn't leave her along. She did everything right to but it didn't save her. This is a really excellent poem about abuse.

[Art Sun]

sadly....this is the reality of so many who live within the constant abuse by others...life should'nt be this way...

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a very good, but very sad poem...Domestic violence is always a horrible thing...Abuse in general is horrible...especially if it's done to someone you truly love. You say you love them....then you just turn around and start hitting them...though they didn't do anything wrong. My old neighbor got abused by her parents....Her parents still live here she moved away, but the only reason I think her parents hit her because of what was in their childhood. If you look back at someone's childhood it shapes them into what they do today...like murderers because normally if someone becomes a cold blooded killer it because there parents had hurt them...or something in there life went terribly wrong...an example would be Marybell...she grew up to be a murderer...and she murdered someone when she was ten years old...because her own mother tried to kill her as a child...she made her join sexual acts...and she was forced to watch..her mother kept trying to give her up...and because of what her mother tried to do...she became a murderer...that's why some people abuse others...to make the other person feel what they felt when they were a child...thanks for sharing.

[Pax Analog]

Wow. Smart framing -- your technique of cinematic observation is very effective.

And it is also highly intelligent to view such an unfortunate scene dispassionately, neither finding any lurid appeal, nor wallowing in pity for the narrator "I."

Once again your vivid delivery of action stands out, and this mind-movie approach shines.

[Michael of Gilead]

The detached viewpoint is very interesting...i remember once feeling that.

[Mauricio Montoya]

This very serious and sad piece, thank you for sharing.

[SR Urie]

Marie,
It's fascinating how the human spirit is protected by the subconscious mind, shifting extreme agony away from the mind's eye of reality. Unfortunately those brutal images explode without warning down the road, after time and healing and change. Your poem reminds those like me that some people cannot turn and walk away from painful memories because they keep on repeating themselves. Where there's hope there is life, and here's a thought; get her out of the environment before it kills her, eh?

Brilliant write! BZ

[Norma M Sutton]

A interesting and surreal poem.

[Charles]

It grips and rips. You share the thoughts and fears of those of us who try to find a simple understanding in a frenzy of emotion. Nice read.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Marie,

I like when you talk dirty to me....wait wait...sorry not everyone is aroused by this as I am. Sorry. This is very intense and very honest, the emotions you show pull me into the story, I feel there....abused. Suffering brings a smile to my face.

Regards,

Matthew