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Melting Ice
They fall like tiny globs of melting ice
Down my shimmering powdered face
Leaving trails of white salty water and cheap black mascara
My contacts sting from the flooding of the tiny globs mixing with the makeup
Eyes turning bloodshot instantly from the irritation
Lids blinking furiously to dump the globs out and down my face
Falling off my chin, staining the top of my new blinding white tank top
My vision is still blurry at best
But enough to see him standing before me
A look of disgust on his face
He wipes his hand across my cheek
Smearing the makeup and tears together over the
Handprint bruise he has left there
Just seconds before
He barks at me to pull myself together
Go wash my face, change my shirt and to NOT
Come back to him until I am
Presentable
In the bathroom I avoid the mirror
Wash my face as best I can
Ponder how I can cover that handprint with makeup
Time is running out
I know I have to move fast
Suck it up G*****
You don't have time for a pity party tonight
Grab my makeup and do my best to look the way
I know he wants me to
It's not the greatest cover up but it will do
As long as no one stares too long
Out of the bathroom and to the bedroom
To find a shirt
That shows what he wants me to show
But not too much
Who knows what he wants shown tonight
I sure don't have a clue
Grab a black tank top he likes
Pray that he will approve
There's a knock at the door
I have to beat him to the door to answer it or
I will surely pay for it later
Answering the door
Greeting our friends
Inviting them inside...
Being the perfect wife
The one he so desperatly wants me to be
Finally all our guest are here
Let my 25th birthday party get started
And please dear God,
Please let me be perfect for him
Please don't let anyone see his handiwork on my cheek
I beg you
Let him for once be happy with everything I do
Because I fear those tiny globs
Of melting ice
Will cause him to be the
Death of me soon
Down my shimmering powdered face
Leaving trails of white salty water and cheap black mascara
My contacts sting from the flooding of the tiny globs mixing with the makeup
Eyes turning bloodshot instantly from the irritation
Lids blinking furiously to dump the globs out and down my face
Falling off my chin, staining the top of my new blinding white tank top
My vision is still blurry at best
But enough to see him standing before me
A look of disgust on his face
He wipes his hand across my cheek
Smearing the makeup and tears together over the
Handprint bruise he has left there
Just seconds before
He barks at me to pull myself together
Go wash my face, change my shirt and to NOT
Come back to him until I am
Presentable
In the bathroom I avoid the mirror
Wash my face as best I can
Ponder how I can cover that handprint with makeup
Time is running out
I know I have to move fast
Suck it up G*****
You don't have time for a pity party tonight
Grab my makeup and do my best to look the way
I know he wants me to
It's not the greatest cover up but it will do
As long as no one stares too long
Out of the bathroom and to the bedroom
To find a shirt
That shows what he wants me to show
But not too much
Who knows what he wants shown tonight
I sure don't have a clue
Grab a black tank top he likes
Pray that he will approve
There's a knock at the door
I have to beat him to the door to answer it or
I will surely pay for it later
Answering the door
Greeting our friends
Inviting them inside...
Being the perfect wife
The one he so desperatly wants me to be
Finally all our guest are here
Let my 25th birthday party get started
And please dear God,
Please let me be perfect for him
Please don't let anyone see his handiwork on my cheek
I beg you
Let him for once be happy with everything I do
Because I fear those tiny globs
Of melting ice
Will cause him to be the
Death of me soon
Published 16th Jun 2012
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16th Jun 2012 7:21am
How can I comment on the poetic aspects of a work like this? Not knowing how real this is, or how recent it is, my opinion of this isn't nearly as important as my desire for him to be brought to justice and removed from your life. My dark side comes out when I read poems like this one, where a man who is not a man needs his fingers broken before the axe comes out. Not to ease the pain of his broken fingers, but to make sure he could feel them in an extreme state just before they fall to the floor with tiny globs of red trailing behind.
That's kind of how I feel about rapers, but it's not so much the fingers that get the axe... I'm a non-violent person, until it becomes clear that nothing else can cut the violence off. If you are married to the man in this poem, unmarry him, get him put behind bars and go where he can't find you if he gets back out. How many times do women have to be killed after untold numbers of beatings at the hands of monsters who put on a show just long enough for them to get you so wrapped up in their lives you will do anything to keep them?
There are times when I think the world needs Superman to save it, and other times I think Edward Scissorhands is the only super hero for the job!
jj
That's kind of how I feel about rapers, but it's not so much the fingers that get the axe... I'm a non-violent person, until it becomes clear that nothing else can cut the violence off. If you are married to the man in this poem, unmarry him, get him put behind bars and go where he can't find you if he gets back out. How many times do women have to be killed after untold numbers of beatings at the hands of monsters who put on a show just long enough for them to get you so wrapped up in their lives you will do anything to keep them?
There are times when I think the world needs Superman to save it, and other times I think Edward Scissorhands is the only super hero for the job!
jj
17th Jun 2012 7:54am
Poetryman your words blessed my heart. This poem is very real. It happened almost 13 years ago. I did divorce this man years after this incident. I never did press any charges against him. I believe God will deal with him in time. I got out alive, barely but I did.I think Edward Scissorhands would do a much better job in our world than Superman could ever do.
