Throats of Water
Cracked windows and broken mirrors
clinging to mangled strings of abuse
caught in flesh prison of frayed bones
unglued and ripped shreds at seams
Cracked windows and broken mirrors
soul clutched and squeezed without consent
stranded in desolate town in nowhere’s belly
throats of water entrenched in dark clouds
Cracked windows and broken mirrors
hungering to turn back and walk away
to close my eyes tight and dance in dreams
scrubbed clean of yesterday’s lacerations
yearning to two step into new reality.
Why Turn?
This is something that should not be dealt with lightly. It happens everyday and in so many forms. Verbal, physical, or emotional abuse. You also have neglect and bulling. It turns a great day into the worst day ever. They can leave bruises, welts, broken bones, or emotional scars on you. You can see the light change in your attackers eyes and you know something bad is going to happen.