Wind rushing through the opened window.
My mouth still covered by his digits.
I see the airflow rattle the leaves of the petty flowers he got me in the kitchen.
“I’mma make you a widow if you don’t quit your bitchin’!”
Make me a widow?
Confused by his words,
my brain ignores the pains and makes me realise how bad it only seemed at first.
This is infinitely worse.
I act as if rehearsed.
I drop down to my knees to reach for the pepperspray in my purse
to then realise it’s not there like i thought it was at first.
My head snaps back as the result of him pulling my hair as hard as he could
without care for my health, adding to the insult.
I see red before my eyes.
Not sure if it’s figurative or literal.
Possibly both. Probably critical. No surprise.
“Get your ass back over here!
God you’re a disgrace! Look at you! Despicable!”
He sighs. “Why did you make me do this?”
Wow. Classic right there. No vow prepares you for clowns like him.
No brows were raised when he was down on one knee I think.
Maybe no one dared. Too scared.
Or maybe no one cared.
My mind starts racing. Going through multiple outcomes,
mowing through multiple front lawns while trailing off
lacking bread crumbs to secure a safe return i’d like to welcome.
I feel like being frowned upon. So much time I’ve been wasting…
He’s losing his patience.
He’s pulling me -still by my hair- and dragging me down to the basement.
I never descended the stairs this quick.
I must’ve hit just a few steps on the way down.
The last five I missed altogether after being graciously met with a final kick and a bow.
Before I could even look up,
I heard the sound of a turning lock and knew I had to find a way out so I got up.
Too quick it seems.
I lost consciousness because of the monstrous actions that he forced upon me,
I woke up several hours later to be met by deafening silence and the smell of raw meat.
A plate of it in front of me.
He expects me to eat like the dog that he acts to be.
💕
Girl, you’re a force of nature.
Never let anyone say that you’re not or keep you from saying your truth.
Thank you so much 🙏🏻💕
SHIT!! FUCK!! It’s hard to know what to say. I wish I had the words, but anger gets in the way.
The only thing I can think is: Drieks, you know that you are a human being, a woman, and nothing he says is true. You know this right? Deep down inside you, you know, and believe, not just the words but the reality of being, of being you, whole, wonderful, and worth being alive.
This poem will stay with me for a long time
Curt
Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent write my friend, thank you for sharing your truth. Appreciate you.
Damian
The title says it all till death.
It sounds romantic in wedding vows. It clarifies your commitment to each other but sometimes things change.
Not for the better. This write is a clear example of how it can manifest into a nightmare except it’s real.
This is a great scene to build on. In the back of my mind I was hoping she would find the mace!
That was very difficult to read, my friend. I am so glad you wrote this years ago. I am certain you are no longer in that situation nor any other like it. You are too, too strong now to ever again allow that.
There is so much power in your writing, Drieks. I’ve been listening to your work and re-reading the words and constantly amazed; I keep turning other people on to you. Keep up the good work; you are one of our best — and I do not mean just here. I mean anywhere, everywhere.