The Lonely Heart Calls
09/01/2004 03:37 p.m.
...through frothy lips, wet with blood
a woman whimpers--the noise muffled
by the fold of her elbow.
...groaning with the weight of a thousand
unfilled dreams, she lumbers to bed
finding respite from hurt.
...the weary mother-wife-daughter-neice-friend
has kept the pain, the hurt like
Grannies keep bronzed shoes.
...using the mirror for admonishment,
a service she freely gives to herself
ordered so by him as he walks out the door.
...all her Hopes take flight for fear of the burden
she's taken gladly by accepting
the love of a husband-son-nephew-monster.
I am currently Helpless

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