Tears are my soul's blood
my loves anguish
my heart's excruciating ache
from the pain forced upon my body.
My throat lumps,
clogged in agony,
My head pounds
as if nails are being hammered into my skull
one
by
one.
My nose,
red and runny
my body finding any way to extract
the cruelty from my living corpse.
All from the pain you've caused.
I need to scream
vent
yell
shriek
wail
cry
to let you know
you can't do this to me!
But,
I'm silent.
There are others who need me,
others whom I love with all the wonders
and joys of the universe.
For only them,
I'll dry my tears
force myself to swallow my angst
wipe my nose.
So I'll stay silent and take the violece
Until your slumbering peacefully
remenising about your torture
in dreams twisted and disgusting
only pleasurable for you.
When you awake,
I'll be gone.
You won't find me,
or our children;
we'll be dead to you.
I'm a survivor;
I won't ever let the ones I love near you again
Whether your their father or not.
What was it you screamed as your fist hit my face?
"I posses you! I own you!"
It's sad,
is it not?
That's what makes you feel
manly
strong
powerful.
Powerful enough to beat a person,
worse,
your wife,
bearer of you children.
I'll never understand your kind!
Honestly,
I don't want to.
Goodbye and good riddance.
From now on;
I will not be silent
I will stand up for myself
I'm a mother,
a daughter,
a woman,
a survivor.
