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She wears long sleeves in August; laughs
about her fat arms. Sunglasses
hide her blue eyes. Please don't call the house
after six; her daughter may be sleeping.
She's taken to buying dark make-up and
waterproof mascara.
He swears he's going to change
This was the last time
The questions come more often
The looks, the whispers too
How many times can she say she
bumped into a door?
tripped on the stairs?
Besides it's not all his fault; she
has a temper too and
they both drink too much.
He swears he's going to change
This was the last time
She thinks about leaving him when
her daughter starts to cower
But where would she go? Who would she tell?
So they drink too much and yell and it was
the last time; in a beautiful dress meant for a party
a little girl helps bury her mother.
He swears he's going to change
This was the last time
submitted for Poetic Bloomings, #17 Change
15 comments:
I really don't believe people change that easily. Liars are liars who hone their craft. Very sad write.
damn. ugh. this should never happen. and as much as i want to believe people can change...she should never have to put up with this...and i know i dont understand but...ugh...to meet him in a dark alley...
Ah... the all too often ending. Yet they place themselves there time and time again. Believing this is the last time, believing things will change, excuses made, egos bruised once again telling them this is the best they can do.
Heartfelt write, maybe it will inspire someone, lighting a bulb to let them see they are worth more.
Delicate handling of a nasty problem.
You do have a way of getting under someone's skin and poking right where it's the most tender. And I don't mean that in a bad way at all. People always say that they are going to change. In my experience, they rarely ever do.
Wow!!!!Thanks for perpetuating this insidious human condition sometime even in the absence of alcohol.
Words like these sometimes make it so evincingly more poignant.
Thanks
Haunting -- and too often true...
Pearl
you are such a productive soul,
keep your talent alive.
The thing is, abusers are very often also charmers when they care to be. It's very confusing.
Lola, your structure is very good here, building very quietly the storm, so ominous in its repetive break chorus. Applause for your control.
Oh gosh, this made me shiver, you wrote it brilliantly!
Tugs at the heartstrings...
Ouch! That ending is reallly sad, but surely happens all the time. It is such a difficult cycle to escape.
This highlights a real problem area, but the solution remains imponderable...
damn...these are words i've uttered myself....wow...
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