Purifying
Woman, I heard you
crying
whimpering like an
abandoned puppy
behind the bedroom door
and my
compassionate heart
broke in two.
The mighty hands
that had inflicted
chronic pain
now distorted
arthritic, useless
disabled weapons
...lifeless duds,
yet throbbing
mercilessly.
Knuckles swollen
as big as macadamia
nuts, fingers
warped
like barbwire,
no ass whipping
no pinching of flesh
no goose-eggs today.
I watched your
mouth twist
in agony
no words
could come out
no chastisement,
no derogatory remarks
for my little ears today.
Just look at the
deeply furrowed brow...
So pitiful, so wretched
tell me, did those tears
burn like acid
down those
bitter, cold cheeks?
I take no pleasure
in your affliction but,
woman man-up,
sister and I bore
the daily, horrid brunt
of your despicable
miserable life.
And please, please,
I plead
don't beg
for the doctors!
let us heal
just for one day
let us experience
being happy
children
just for one day,
we all know
this arthritic pain
is bloody temporary and,
unfortunate for sis and I,
hell's door is weld shut.
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