Just about living

by Em   Jun 12, 2021


Your charm no longer works on me,
my strength squashes it with both hands
but I applaud your audacity.

You're petrified the control over me is withering away
and I have to cackle
as I envision you're now quivering and
I know soon you'll run scared.

Scars etch themselves on already broken skin
but I cover them attentively

and,

I lick and cover the bruises you caused me
like a cat healing a war wound -

for I fight for our children you traumatised
when you felt it OK to leave their mum hospitalised;

the hardest battle of all.

Each day is a step closer to having them back
and you will get your comeuppance
for all the lost years.

©Em

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