Domestic
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::Build me a home of stone and dustLight up the fire with roses and lust//Lay me a bed of feathers and cloudsSing me a song of the torn and the vowed//Show me dissenters with rocks in their slings
Because I Love You
Because I love you
I deal with the pain from your hands upon my back
Your arms throbbing against my shirt creating the foundation of abuse
Because I Love You
Because I love you
I deal with the pain from your hands upon my back
Your arms throbbing against my shirt creating the foundation of abuse
“Because I love you”
I love you so much,
every breath you breath
every little touch.
You’ve infected me
with something i fail to see.
One Thanksgiving his mother told me this story
About how as a child he used to catch bugs
He loved them
He would run around the yard scooping them into a little mesh box
Let me tell a story
About my heart getting broken
He made me feel like crap, so he could get a token
I was outspoken, nothing I could do or say
Theres only one thing I could do to numb this pain
The clock strikes 2 am
As I wait for him
To blow down the doors
The phone rings
That is probably him
I answer it
It was not my husband
Rushing downtown
I run through the doors
Encrusted red splattered walls
Red spotted floors
Serve to remind me
How everything I do
Is wrong in his eyes
Those bloodshot eyes
Coming home every evening
With flammable breath
My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
Before you laugh in my face and tell me that it was my fault,
Know that I, am well aware
I fell for you and i thought I knew what I was doing
I thought I could play the game as well as the game master himself
he's a man
but really
he's sarcasm
lanky, underfed, patched whole with drugs.
he scares away crows but he doesn't
scare me. I'll pay for this later.
but sunsets sitting in a haze of
Enter head on, in your binding.
So called companionship, misinterprets
For; contract.
For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
I try to stay away from you
But you keep on coming back
I see the desperation
but I do not give a flack
You're a crazy creepy stalking pig
who I want far, far away
but you just seem to return to me
Hannah was late coming home this evening.
Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving.
Work was hard and she hadn't any time
Rhythm beats the drums while your guidance beats my heart.
To your song, I cannot dance.
To your song, I cannot love.
And according to your melodies, I will not live.
Under my bedI layAfraidBecause tonight is just one of those nightsMama works late
I can hear you stumbleYour scent getting closerYou mumbleI should call mamaBut I'm just not suppose to
1964. Kitty Genovese. 28.Raped and killed while her neighbors did nothing.Her blood left a scuffing.2009. Jane Doe. 15.Raped by ten guys at a homecoming dance while several class mates laughed and joked.
Clank!
Number five.
My sisters and I count each clank into the trash can, growing more uneasy with each one
We usually don’t get very scared until number eight, that’s when he starts to fuss
Tell me about the time you almost pinned youth to the ground
How she laughed in bell tones before she cried
Before she told you that her time was almost up
That was when you noticed the bruises, didn't you?
He will respect you
He will help you
He will acknowledge your thoughts
And never resent you
He will motivate you
He will inspire you
Like a tree he will ground and cultivate you
Asleep on the couch, waiting for your return,
Hoping for the best, fearing the worst,
As the door unlocks and the knob creaks, I turn,
A smile on my face.
Stumbling on the threshold, tequila in hand
And then silence.
his voice is raised
you can almost hear
her cringe, he’s too far
gone too many a drink
her back against the kitchen sink
her arms are raised
his voice now crazed
Please don't yell. Please don't shout
Please don’t slam and stop about
Please give me silence, one more night of serene
back to the old days, for one more dream
One single night not waking to a shout
Those Hands
From his hands to the wall, that's what she goes through. From the wall, there's a fall, his knee meets her through. Bloody fist out her jaw, now whose the fool, because she knew what she would go through.
She blasts the radio trying to drown out the sounds of her mother wailing, father wailing on her mother, but neither TLC, 3LW, nor Destiny's Child is loud enough to cover her mothers screams.
