Her fisted face flattened upon a bloody pillow, scream dreaming her childhood disgraced by another bigger related fellow. What willed her on were genes of endurance enhanced through thousand year wars more so than her desire to live or wit for survival. She lived too on denial. She had once loved, turned love- ache, now agony and ardor for the child within. He too in a excruciation chamber feeding on serum stained from chemical abuse. Not that she used. No, the incessant body bashing released loathsome toxins throughout her system with him boxed in, his innocent brain soaking the imprint of future nightmares and anxiety. Would she only flee as begged by friends–by family. Finally dragged to a shelter, still she wondered there, where the next blow would come from. Would she have the strength to run from. She had counted these ceiling tiles in this refuge before, as she spit the bile from the afterbirth of the baby she bore. Now she had much more–someone to run for–Buses, small town motels, back roads and disguise against an organized cartel with Fist paid spies. "You bitch! You stole my son!", his anger billowed, her fisted face flattened upon a bloody pillow, scream dreaming her childhood disgraced....
Augustus / Folsom, LA / March 2017
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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Great job bringing forth the harsh, horrible state of being abused.
Thanks WBL. It's hard to get away psychologically and physically.
I can relate.
i know the pain all to well for the scars will be with me forever good write
Oh, wow, I hope that was not too painful to read. Sending positive thoughts and hugs.
i must Remember what i want most to Forget
first hand experience with this poem. just like many of us do. always a relief to know someone is beside us. thank you for just that, Augustus. hurtful but a brilliant wake up call to others...!
Thanks for your kind remarks
always welcome Augustus.
Good emotion filled write.
Oohhh apart from all that, they were having a wonderful time, if it was fictional. Sadly it isn't so. Good write on a serious theme though.
Yes, it is fictional but it is reality for many women. Thanks.
Wow, great story. I really enjoyed the use and placement of words within this poem. Cheers friend. 🙂
Thanks for noting. I took care to their placement, rhythm, meaning, etc.
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