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Click hereBrooms are for Cobwebs
Words black with venom
hissed through serpent lips,
spiteful
biting
hurtful
Poison sinking in
you’re worthless
you’re unlovable
Cracks wrack your back
the broom handle breaks
relentless
insistent
unceasing
Driving home the point
you’re not wanted
die, damn you!
NO
Busted ribs don’t bate your breath
Words and whippings
won’t squelch your spirit
They harden your resolve
to survive
Morning arrives, bag packed
goodbyes whispered with pleas for silence
and a clean escape
but no tears
in eyes clear with intent and understanding
the unknown awaits
but even death would be better than this
How many solitary miles must be logged
and cold sweat soaked beds laid in
before this toxin is purged
How many lovers will you enfold
in efforts to exorcize these demons
just to leave an empty space
able to accept fulfillment
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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An incredibly powerful write of the victims of abuse and their need to escape, to heal and finally, begin again to live life.
Wow.. This poem reaches out and Grabbs ya.. Love the whole thing. Flow is smooth as silk. Imagery is insightful. Loved it..More Please~~!!!
It plays out...I do agree it's almost like two poems.
One deals with the physical...one the emotions.
I don't see anything wrong with it...probably because I tend to write that way too.
: )
Some great word choices and images...
That last stanza is a powerful one.
Nice work
Ouch, Tung, this one is so vivid in imagery you can feel it.. it hurts. Nice work.