Domestic abuse is a growing issue in not only the U.S, but the entire world. I wrote this poem about it, attempting to make a statement, and bring about a change.
She wakes up, and stares at the ceiling .
Early Sunday morning, late Saturday night.
The phone rings, and echoes through the corners of her broken, empty mind.
Just a moment of noise, and silence engulfs her again
A second in the real world.
A hundred thousand in her mind.
A harsh voice enters the stage. A warm, loving tone lying to her.
"I'm so sorry."
The vibrations so loud
they shake her mind, her body, her soul.
Her ears ring, and her broken body shivers in expectant pain.
Agonizing screams blend with flashing lights.
The room spins, the windows bleed into the walls.
Into the floors.
Her heart knows it's wrong, an illusion.
But still.
Her stomach turns at the whispered phrase.
"Forgive me, please."
Her soul screams and rages within her as another phrase
echoes through the frozen night.
"I do."
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