UTTER INTOXICATION, a poem on domestic abuseA Poem by Tinasha LaRayéThis started off as a writing challenge with a friend. We chose a title and a deadline & just ran with it. The piece below evolved into a platform. Please help support this cause!And his name was irrelevant And her name was addicted Sugar coated with simple lies She has used as staples to put her heart back together Again And again And….again It was a merry go round of love hiccups Like the ones you see in the movies Like the ones we try to recreate after going to the movies Like the ones that blow up in our faces after we tried to duplicate after going to the movies…by ourselves She couldn’t be alone She was high off the fumes of dating And never wanted to be sober again I mean, single So it didn’t matter what kind of ship she sailed As long as it floated It didn’t matter how bad a relation-ship failed As long as there was one And his name… was irrelevant She just wanted to fall for anything So she stood for nothing And fall she did Each time getting up with more bruises than the last Getting up with more facial accessories than in the past Shopping for thicker pastes to cover misplaced vessels broken on her precious face She couldn’t hide the toxic nonsense ripping through her veins Breaking to the surface and leaving what remains of beauty She finds herself scavenging through her pieces to find a piece that looks like who she remembered And her fumbling finds nothing in this pile of nothingness Stammering and stumbling like a drunk Her present state of mind yields her present condition Toxins flood her mental Polluting her decision Emotional toxins flood her mental Impairing her renewable vision Denial-stuffed toxins flood her mental Eroding any possible revision the pencil of life can make to her novel A tattered and torn book filled with soggy pages of tears Ink bleeding from chapter to chapter And the fear is, At first glance, Her story is unreadable Her struggle unchangeable Her saving only possible through miracles of a wind we can’t see Poison seeping through the stains of the mistakes outlined in the rising action Utterly intoxicated And the inevitable action… falling To her overdose Erasing page numbers Like years From a life lived with no worth Not valuable enough through her own eyes In her own mirror To get up and walk, cold turkey, towards her rebirth Or at least crawl Completely submerged in the venom of his lies She paints on a smile While her insides slowly crumble and die Her pain is the reason I cry
A cure needed for this unmitigated drug A prayer needed for this lost one seeking love Too afraid to turn the page To find her denouement is done Before this battle is won
So we sit with cover closed And story untold Tugging tighter on the blindfold
Let’s break the mold
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5 Reviews Added on March 6, 2012 Last Updated on March 6, 2012 Tags: domestic violence, domestic abuse, love, denial, pain AuthorTinasha LaRayéOKAboutI am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..Writing
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