Relentless and overruling, loud voices always raise.
Raise the question, "What's the matter? Why such a saddened gaze?
Gaze the stars, watch the moon, it's such a lovely night."
Nights for you, maybe yes, but for me, it's such a fright.
"Where've you been, what happened to you? Mustn't you be cold?"
Cold I am, but not as he, who shapes me as his mold.
Mold am I, yet mold is here, beneath my sleeves and shoe.
Shoe place he keeps me, isn't neatly,
kept, it's swept mildew.
"Have you a phone? Who do I call? I've just come straight from work."
'Work, dirty scum! Clean up this rum!' Oft in my ears do hurt.
"Hurt? Are you able to speak? Who ripped your clothes? You're trembling!"
Trembling fears, and weary woes, this stranger, wants me remembering.
"I've called for help, just wait with me. They'll clean you up and tend your wound."
Wound my clock with both his hands, he clocked me twice 'til colors bloomed.
Bloomed open her lips, "Please show your face, the bruising is green and purple."
Purple forever. Same words he'd say, each terrible day, this torturous, vicious circle...
Thank you for reading this poem in its entirety. I hope you were able to take something from it. Any abusive relationship can hinder a person's trust for further human interaction. When you experience or witness the damage, from someone who you trusted, loved, and felt comfortable around, be inflicted upon yourself or another person, then you can't help but to defensively be more wary and cautious in the future.
Big thanks once again to @prufarchy for another wonderful poetry slam challenge. I don't like repetition in my writing so much, so this one was a bit tedious to write. Best of luck to everyone's entries.
Photo Credit: Me
Stay safe and love pure.
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