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My Heart Stopped Beating

Laying her back on the wall of her prison
Why was it different
It hurt more
Shocked more
Chest heavy
Grief affecting her
This terrible ache consuming every pore
Harder to swallow
It was him she's sure

She loons at me
I know the look
She's hiding behind the sofa
Saying he's been back banging on the door
I know it was the tumble dryer upstairs
Her eyes are bloodshot
A beautiful bright blue bloodshot
Wide as fish eyes
She's been pacing all night holding a knife
She's holding an umbrella
I took the knives last time she cut her wrists
She's in torn clothes as she tears at her flesh
I feel my flesh tear
That's her last nice dress
No longer nice but torn and red
I give her trousers and a belt
My own only just brought
They drown her
At least she's covered
She says he's been calling her all night on the phone
I took the phone when she smashed it on the wall
I try to think of everything
In the bathroom there's hair in the chipped shabby sink
She's been pulling it out by the roots
I feel my scalp it's sore, alien
I feel everything
I removed the scissors when she shredded her scalp cutting her hair off
Saying this is why he had her
Her long golden hair
My hair
Lithium pills
In the cabinet, too many
Too many pills
She should of taken these

She calms
I calm
Promising to take her pills, begging don't send me back to hell
But at the secure unit she's safe 
I'm safe
Says she'll have a bath and 
be better tomorrow
She's settled, I'm settled
So I leave
I'll come back in the morning
I sleep soundly
First night in months
The morning light gives me slight hope
I can't remember this feeling much

I hear a crash 
I run
I'm taking too long
Kicking the door in
I thank God for kickboxing
She's swinging from the oak beam in the ceiling
My belt around her neck
I look for a knife
I look for scissors 
To cut her down
Cut me down
I look for a phone to call an ambulance

I feel my body juddering
My heart stop beating
The belt
The new belt
I hadn't thought about the belt

Copyright © little known nothing | Year Posted 2014


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Date: 11/25/2014 4:16:00 PM

That was exceedingly intense. *rereading* this is a very powerful piece. "Her eyes are bloodshot A beautiful bright blue bloodshot Wide as fish eyes" Those lines are so very vivid in my mind. Excellent piece!!! Always, Laura
Date: 11/25/2014 3:41:00 PM

very powerful indeed, my friend - so glad to see this was poem of the day
Date: 9/22/2014 5:39:00 AM

The belt... neither did I!!
Date: 9/21/2014 11:55:00 PM

Many many congrats.. A wonderful write indeed.
Date: 9/21/2014 4:37:00 PM

WOW! You did so well now you are going to have to change your name.
Date: 9/21/2014 12:01:00 PM

- Congrats : "Poem of the Day" !!!!! // Anne-Lise :)
Date: 9/21/2014 9:54:00 AM

incredibly powerful write I can see why its poem of the day:-) Hugs Jan - its a 7 from me too:-)
Date: 9/21/2014 8:36:00 AM

outstanding piece of writing excellent pen
Date: 9/21/2014 6:48:00 AM

Congratulations on being poem of the day. This is a well deserved win for you.
Date: 9/21/2014 5:01:00 AM

Congrats on being the feature poem of the day....hugs Tim
Date: 9/21/2014 1:52:00 AM

I enjoyed this a lot... You have defined the theme very well. In awe, it took me by surprise. Do you mind if I rate it a 7? Sending a smile, Verlena.
Date: 9/20/2014 4:46:00 PM

Very well done piece...I love the dialog within the lines..hugs Tim
Date: 9/20/2014 1:47:00 PM

You can always ask me for any help you need with anything on here.
Date: 9/20/2014 1:46:00 PM

Its my pleasure. I will add you to my fav poet and make sure I comment on as much of your work as I can. If you look at any of my writes you will find Casarah, Tim and Jan. All three of them will comment on yours when you comment on theirs. If you check the poem of the week it is my piece about the three of them and me. I ended up getting a lot of favs on it because it was just fun. That is why I faved yours. The more favs your poem gets the more exposure you get. Also the comments help.
Date: 9/20/2014 1:35:00 PM

I rated it a seven and I will fav it.
Date: 9/20/2014 1:34:00 PM

WOW!!!! You floored me. I didn't see it coming. This is brilliant in so many ways. I love it.