Your memories keep a rope
coiled three times around your neck, its shadows hinting at his bruises on your pale skin, at sunset purples faded years ago but fresh each time a would-be lover touches you in silent hope the laying on of gentler hands will finally prove healing. The doors are locked as you undress for bed, the incomplete house empty long before you sleep, but someone always watches as you dream.
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so powerful, love this!!
Thank you, Carrie. I’ve known too many battered women who couldn’t fully escape their abusers even after years had passed.
You had me with the title alone. Great piece.
Thank you, Bernie. I’ve known too many battered women who couldn’t fully escape their abusers even after years had passed.
Heartbreaking and sturdy poem. Wonderful writing.
Thank you, Piper. I’ve known too many battered women who couldn’t fully escape their abusers even after years had passed.