Razor Sharp Words

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am the sponge,

your words are liquid

soaking my soul with everlasting pain.

Love has lost its sheen.

Arms are like glass cutting me little by little,

theres no warmth left.

 

I am the gasoline,

your words are fire

kindling up old memories,

blistering my already dead heart.

Serenity has run dry.

Peace no longer lingers in our lives.

 

I am an open wound,

your words are salt

pouring over me,

and sprinkling my body with fear.

Our home is no longer a safe haven,

it is the gates of hell.

 

I am the dart board,

your words are the darts

piercing me to the very core.

My blood cries for mercy.

My bones cry for healing.

My heart cries for your love.

 

I am the wife,

and you are my husband.

There is nothing left to be said,

but you will find a clean knife

and soon cut me again.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This starts out strong and continues that way. To be honest i didn't read the whole piece. I have been abused in my life and it reminded me of those moments. So it rings a little too close to home for me which means you have conveyed your idea very clearly.

[Raven Starhawk]

Almost makes me sad to read this. I think any marriage with such hatred and anger in it needs serious help. There is no excuse for abuse and when children are involved it makes a bad situation worse. You have composed this with such great insight.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Intense work. This one tore me up.
You've given us a lesson here.
Abuse is abuse. It is all serious.