Everything changed the year that we got married.
And after that, we moved out to the suburbs.
How young we were, how ignorant, how ready
to think the only history was our own.
A captive, hostage of your vicious anger.
The facade of your caring baby blue eyes
now contorted with vicious cruelty.
My once unbroken body
now a mess of tangled hair,
busted and bloody lips,
fist and finger-shaped
bruises.
Breath, hot enough to melt me.
Fists mold my flesh into his putty,
knife caressing my throat, prolonging the agony.
His violent words, stab me,
force me, hostage, as the
bombs explode around me
and my life fades slowly
before my eyes.
Please donโt kill me.
I beg, like a bloody wounded doe.
Iโve changed my mindโฆ
Please, just kill me.
His refusal to spare my death
propels him, the tortures continue.
I see his bed, the puddle of blood,
as my final resting place.
Though our battle rages in the darkness,
when the sun begins to rise,
the yellow rays bring a promise of life.
In conceding to his war tortures,
a treaty is forged.
He gently kisses my cheek and whispers
this tug-of-war is our little secret.
We failed our moment or our moment failed us.
The times were grand in size and we were small.
I love this . Your words have so much emotion that I can see this in my head .
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That’s what I am here for dr, Merry Christmas dr ๐ ๐
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That was an intense and graphic account of domestic violence. Good job with bringing this often ignored issue out in the open. #creatorsforchange
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Skillful poetry
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Thank you love ๐โฅ๏ธโฅ๏ธ
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Very very heartbreaking but the truth has been told. You portrayed the pain perfectly with your words.
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awesome…kind of made me cry…nice work
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Thank you Vijay ๐๐๐
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I do not have the right words to appropriately appreciate this piece. Piercing the soul and satiating the lust of thoughts. The following lines are so deep in meaning and magical at the same time, “The times were grand in size and we were small”. Wish I could write as savagely and as erotically as you.
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Your comments always make me smile dr, thank you ๐๐๐
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They are always from the heart ๐
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keep em coming ๐๐
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This is deeply and beautifully portrayed in words!
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Thank you for such sweet appreciating words Pragal ๐๐
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My pleasure ๐
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Intense and so soulful. Beautiful piece. โฃ๏ธ
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based it on physical abuse ๐จ
thanks again for reading ๐
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Haan that’s why intense. ๐ฅ. Reminds me of a song. Cherry wine by Hozier.
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Hozier is simply sensational ๐
sometimes you gotta read intense things Aman ๐
you need to be shook
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Haan I know. ๐
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Hozier- take me to church, ye wala bhi bahut achha hai
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Haan. Woh bhi suna hai
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