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To shut me up
by Vikki OwensHe put his fist into me,
the way I would hammer down emotions,
we are not so dissimilar,
violence embraces us
He would clench my face in his fingers,
bruising my cheek against my teeth,
I clenched my heart in my fist
and bruised my hips in hatred,
spit flying angry,
blood trapped inbetween the layers of
skin and fear.
My arms bent behind my back, my forced supplication,
I bent myself to rules no woman
could maintain
he faded, I faded.... 11/19/2003 Posted on 11/20/2003
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/21/03 at 11:33 PM Brutal imagery. Violence is a cycle in which every one looses and too many times the fact that it is a cycle becomes an excuse for its continuance. Great verse with a lot to think about. |
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