The Laundry Room

The Laundry Room

A Poem by Jose Waldo


Right now

a teenager stands in a laundry room

Being slammed against a wall

By a boy whose hands always dropped just a bit too low

Who was always just a bit too interested


The next day

She’ll wear her hair down

for the first time in months

Trying to cover the hickeys he forced upon her

Bruising her more and more in each kiss

Each text

Each…


In the night

She’ll stay up until morning

Forcing fake maturity

just trying to finally be enough for someone

leaning on unsteady support systems so much

She forgets that she’s falling


A month later

She’ll start breaking open pencil sharpeners

Convinced that blades in skin

Is a source of freedom

That maybe he’ll leave her body

In each drop of blood

But baby girl, he’ll leave scars.




© 2018 Jose Waldo


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I can see this happening. Women have been known to gain a lot of weight to make themselves unattractive too. A sad story but it happens too often.

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Added on April 27, 2018
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