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plain girl
he’s not the reason I breathe; he’s the reason the
breath of me should be stricken from my lungs.
that man. that man that was never a man, but a
vulture circling, waiting to descend on a plain girl
like me, languishing on the barren road of loneliness,
desperate for any touch.
desperate to hear the lies spoken quickly and easily:
‘you’re pretty.’ you see, we take those lies, and we
weave them into a string of pearls to wear around
our necks, because it’s the only beauty we’ll ever have.
so you work for him, you clean his rooms, you cook his
meals. and one day, the food is too cold, or the beer’s
too warm, and he needs to hit something, and of course
it’s your fault, so he hits you…
if I could leave this place, if I could walk away from
the sparse and precious moments of tenderness,
I would eat my own heart.
Published 15th Aug 2013
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Anonymous
15th Aug 2013 5:51am
Doesn't only happen to plain girls, but yes, eventually you would do anything to find a real convergence.
15th Aug 2013 6:04am
15th Aug 2013 6:10am
This was beautifully written. Emotional and almost heart-wrenching...
"he’s not the reason I breathe; he’s the reason the
breath of me should be stricken from my lungs. "
That opening makes it impossible not to keep reading...such a strong opener... as the ending "I would eat my own heart." It leaves you breathless. I'm in love with it's sadness. xoxo
"he’s not the reason I breathe; he’s the reason the
breath of me should be stricken from my lungs. "
That opening makes it impossible not to keep reading...such a strong opener... as the ending "I would eat my own heart." It leaves you breathless. I'm in love with it's sadness. xoxo
15th Aug 2013 7:10am
Wonderful words and a wonderful picture of love, grief and despair. Despite the sad topic your tender and elegant write balms the sad truth that lovers are so easily able and willing to destroy each other. Love it!
Chi
Chi
Very powerful piece, it's sad to know that what you've written is so true for many abused women. This poem is a must read for all.
Anonymous
15th Aug 2013 8:15pm
You created a scene that could be..
real, powerful...
real, powerful...
16th Aug 2013 5:42am
it is for the most part how the string of lies begins... and ends. it is a hard pill to swallow and its even harder to pick the pieces up and try to go on but somehow... we do.
16th Aug 2013 6:46am
....jeez loueez, this was absolutely wonderful! Just incredible in truth and content! Xo
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