Domestic Abuse Poems

Love Hurts

“Kiss me,” she says—
her eye swollen, rimmed in red.
“Hold me,”
but not like that.
Not with fear pressed
into every rib.

He doesn’t answer.
Just slams the door.

“He loves me,”
she whispers to no one,
eyes darkening with
each retreating footstep.
Years of apologies
smear her reflection.
Each bruise
a disappearing act.

“He’s just under stress,”
she murmurs,
twins curled at her breast
like unanswered prayers.
“I push him, really.
He doesn’t mean

Lost Myself

If only I'd seen,
Your true colours shine,
Before your poisonous thoughts,
Could ever dominate mine.

Your toxic, degrading comments,
Began taking their toll,
Making me feel worthless,
Tactically destroying my soul.

Manipulating me to believe,
Way too many times,
I was completely crazy,
Guilty of YOUR crimes.

Searching for the evidence,
I could never find,
All just to prove,
Wasn't loosing my mind.

Still to this day,
My anger burns deep,
I

SILENT HOMES

SILENT HOMES

Silence 
            cloak of protection 
worn longing for
                            heaven
sways in dust 
    

Wraith of the Cavern

The cavern breathes.
Its walls slick with time, with damp, with secrets.
It has seen centuries of footsteps,
but tonight, it watches.

Above, the sky stretches wide—
galaxies shifting, burning,
too far, too indifferent
to witness what he has done.

She is beneath him.
Was beneath him.
Her breath stolen, her body cooling,
the fight long gone from her limbs.
He had taken what he wanted.
More than

Petals Of Pain

Petals Of Pain
For the rose who once stood tall, bright colourful with petals in her prime.
The attachment of the thorn that settled itself upon her, its true ugliness to be revealed through time.
Lately shes been reminded of why you don’t come near her anymore, your feeling of disgust.
Yet shes expected to wear a mask for

Domestic abuse

I am not a door mat to walk over every day,
I am not an object you can use and put away.
I am not some one just to benefit your self,
I am not a bank machine to help you with your wealth.
You say you love me but you hit me when your mad,
I want to be

The Perfect Wife

I had a great time.

I thought as I tiptoed across the floor, afraid to crack the eggshells.

Feeling the warmth of the morning sun hitting my face through the curtain.

Hearing the soft sighs of sleep coming from our marital bed.

I had a great time.

Denial comforts me.

I had a great time I smiled.

As I wash the blood

Domestic Abuse and Abuse of Power

After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins strange behavior from my husband fearing my safety his mistress who worked behind a desk falsifying documents with abuse of power breaking

Ambiguous Domestic Abuse

Ambiguous Domestic Abuse.

The hall mirror, has gone.
It was my cage door!
My daily changing reflection
side glanced swift as
an un-robed ghost  i begin again,
last step stairs sitting,
stareing unblinked, eyeliner floods 
cloud my slited vision, blurred
and faint pulsed, but no pain. 
Stagnant the visionless mourning morning 
it does not move, and 
if you are awake, neither do

Abuse

How can you look into the eyes of a child,
and find their fears arousing,
How can you raise your hand to a woman,
and call your self a man,
how can you control someone’s behaviour,
by being be so coercive and
How can you bully someone for a difference in their appearance,
how can you exploit the vulnerable and the needs

In Silent Shadows

IN SILENT SHADOWS::
Increasing in intensity 
nightmares,
screams because the
instigator never 
letting go,
entrapping the victim
never stopping with the
threats,
striking
hurting them with
abusive mannerisms
defending themselves as an
over taker
who now threatens my
safety and security.

Pain and torment over many years,
living like this always in fear,
in the silent shadows, never knowing what to expect,
fearing for your life, 
wondering where is the knife? Trapped

No More

Should I stay or should I go?
Will the abuse stop?
Tell me, I want to know.

Fight or flight, I want to get it right.
No more assaults on me,
I ‘ll pack my bags and flee in the night.

The Price of Freedom

The Price of Freedom
When will it happen again?
Didn't he love me like when we began?
Black eyes and a heart that won’t heal
Holding my own to stop the ordeal.
I knew if I did better, the assaults would cease.
My behavior did nothing to maintain the peace.
Nowhere to run and hide
he will catch me in a stride
Each lesson

The Hidden Truth

I suffered in silence 
But could never hide the pain
From the marks on my face
To walking home in the rain

Everyday I tried to be perfect 
But it did me no good
Everything I did was wrong 
Which I misunderstood 

The cuts and bruises healed
But inside they did not
Even though I’m not in that room 
My heart

The Game of Games

If I didn't smile so much
Invisible I would have stayed
Instead, he chose me to be
A pawn in the game he played
 
If I wasn't as strong as I was
Then I wouldn't have been all alone
If my skin was more sensitive
Then the bruises would have shown

If I didn't have these color eyes
His favorite blue like the

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