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too many women
the door slams behind you
but you don’t care
as you track him to his car
yelling where the hell are you going
in the middle of the night
he’s silent, mechanical, fires up the engine
burns rubber, & the car is gone
you stand there in the downpour
rain-like-razors mingle
with the warm sweat of your anger
& the cold sweat of your fear
silver needles piercing your skin
but you feel nothing
except the familiar tears
burning your cheeks
you would never admit it
but you’ve always known
you were one
you were one of too many women
the last time you went to the clinic
they stitched up the broken skin
under your eye, they said
the dizziness would fade in a day or two
they said leave the broken pieces
of your heart on the kitchen floor
because they couldn’t repair it
& even if they did
he would only crush it again
sure as god’s in his tabernacle
& the devil turns in your bed
you could go to church, get down
on your knees & petition heaven
for a smaller mountain
to carry on your back
ask for mercy, beg for pity
but who would pity you
you’re a rag
used & wrung out
to be used again
disgusting in your own eyes…
(Art: Jeremy Mann)
Published 26th Dec 2015
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Anonymous
26th Dec 2015 10:35pm
One of the most shittiest things
ever experienced,
yet far this well can go when the
welcome is long gone and dues
are starting to increase just to be
paid. .just because
Yet we try anyways to love, heal
and hang on. Not necessarily turn
cheek (but) with hopes our actions
and setiments do settle in another
It's fucking pointless and sometimes
it's not. Sometimes things turn
for the good and sometimes it can
become extremely dangerous
Lest I'm losing my faith? from
experiences
ever experienced,
yet far this well can go when the
welcome is long gone and dues
are starting to increase just to be
paid. .just because
Yet we try anyways to love, heal
and hang on. Not necessarily turn
cheek (but) with hopes our actions
and setiments do settle in another
It's fucking pointless and sometimes
it's not. Sometimes things turn
for the good and sometimes it can
become extremely dangerous
Lest I'm losing my faith? from
experiences
27th Dec 2015 3:49am
Hard core write - merciless in its honesty without bitterness
Here's the mirror
This is life and where love can take you when you forget to love yourself
Here's the mirror
This is life and where love can take you when you forget to love yourself
27th Dec 2015 8:27am
vital organs are not so easily mopped up anymore, no?
truly dark, but with your signature flair it's not too bitter a pill to swallow
xo
truly dark, but with your signature flair it's not too bitter a pill to swallow
xo
27th Dec 2015 4:58pm
Heartbreaking. I'm hoping this one will find the strength to pack her bags. Beauty can do without this type of beast.
27th Dec 2015 8:22pm
This paints a portrait of too many women whose subjection to abuse has patterned their thoughts of self worth into one of self loathing.
Maybe one day she will realize she is not lying herself down out of love for him, but disdain for herself, and the wheel will shift.
Empathic write from the male perspective, John.
Maybe one day she will realize she is not lying herself down out of love for him, but disdain for herself, and the wheel will shift.
Empathic write from the male perspective, John.
28th Dec 2015 00:09am
28th Dec 2015 00:17am
sadly, and far too often ... women find themselves in this scenario ... not this woman ... the title says it all ...
Anonymous
28th Dec 2015 8:20am
I love so many of these lines, and the dance is one resulting from what your last line sums up, no self love equalls no love from others. I wish people would learn that. I love the hot and cold sweat bit, put me there feeling it. Well penned as always. Never a let down to read you. Thanks :)
28th Dec 2015 11:24am
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29th Dec 2015 1:53am
Tragic breaths of wanton respect stitches another desolate scene. Brazen delivery of human suffering, John. I can only imagine a derelict mentality being that careless with such a devotion presented to him. Nice artwork. -blue angel
29th Dec 2015 5:27pm
3rd Jan 2016 1:02am
Anonymous
9th Jan 2016 9:00pm
Though I understand how it happens, it still astounds me at what normal is for so many. Emotionally engaging piece. Well done.
11th Jan 2016 9:51pm
so true. Happens all the time tho. Are Kipling, John Ringo, and Lee Child some of your thousand other writers?
