The Aftermath

Credit: www.submit.manscostyle.com ( “A Wounded Heart” by Tim Dwyer)

 

In the dark recesses of my mind

I hear the gunfire of your wounds

Land mines of domestic destruction

Improvised explosives shrouded in verbal volleys 

Scattered shrapnel

Stinging pain from your  scoffs

Mocking my every move

 

In the dark recesses of my gut

I taste the heaving

My attempts to digest your vile invectives

your vicious vitriol that holds my virtues in a vise

 

In the dark recesses of my heart

I feel the agony of your aggression 

the abscess of your abandonment

 and the anguish of your annihilation

.

 

For those known and unknown who are experiencing abuse. Mine is past but the pain is sometimes present.

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4 thoughts on “The Aftermath

    1. Thank you Kelly. I am lucky and very grateful to be in a good place and to have created a new life for myself ( with the added bonuses of having a sweet man and setting a good example for my sons). 🙂

    1. Yes. I never knew how trapped I was until later when he was gone. Feeling safe is a recent experience and certainly a new level of freedom for me. Thank you for reading and mostly your understanding. 🙂

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