Black. Blue. White.

by Lady Nik   Apr 20, 2011


How did I get here?
My lungs collapsed with
blood, my stomach full
of teeth, my face imprinted
with scars. You hit me--
Punches fly faster than
jet planes across a
bomb stricken sky.
This floor becomes
my safe haven, these arms
[my arms] will protect me
...for now.
Black.

How did I get here?
My breath asphyxiated
as life personifies a dream,
the pain swims through
my vein making these
bruises break into
vision. You're choking me--
Today jumps through tomorrow
holding me in last nights
torture again. My fingers
are numb as I try to
scratch a hole, an abyss,
something to wake me up
from this sea of
soreness.
Blue.

How did I get here?
My body painted like
a portrait I didn't
sign up to take. Perfectly
ruined down to my
chalky bones. This
bottle licking at my
throat. You cut me--
Words escape me like
a prisoner learning that
freedom is a fictitious
thought used only to
avoid suicide. Rigor mortis
finds me under vodka
laced glass specks, a woman
appears screaming my name,
senses terminated but the soul
lives on to tell my story.
White.

*No matter what stage abuse is never okay. There are people fighting and people that can no longer fight. I want to make sure their voices are heard.*

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  • 12 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    I think you did well with this as abuse is a hard topic to take on. Because abuse effects everyone differently its hard to put into words yet you did it. I am kind of taken aback by this piece and your descriptions. I have to applaused you

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This poem has a very powerful message that was well delivered

  • 12 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    Everything I needed or wanted to say has really already been said, just a fantastic poem. I haven't been on here in like 4 months haha I missed your work! Well done 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Cindy

    Nik
    What a eye opening piece. Abuse of any kind is never ok. Some people are stuck and have no where else to go. Or are ashamed to speak out. They don't want anyone else to know of the situation they are trapped in. Sometimes they believe what they are living in is better then what else is there for them.
    Very sad.
    Excellent job!
    Love Cindy

  • 12 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Abuse is never OKAY no matter what nor is it
    an excuse and there are so many who are
    afraid to voice out their fear and I hope that
    society will wake up to this and put an end!!
    A strong and sad write...take care.

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