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Paula Finn
Member Ascendant

since 2000-06-17

Posts 5546
missouri

0 posted 2006-06-11 01:48 PM

Disdain drips from his nose
like her blood from his hands
as she lies broken at his feet
crying...begging...no more.

With one last kick from his
booted foot he shoves her aside
and goes to wash his hands
at the sink.

Passing the table,there a broken plate
with the remains of his dinner
the "reason" for this outrage
his meat not quite to his liking.

Her hands cover her face
stained red
her throat raw from her screams
her arms and face purpled and swollen
she whispers...no more.

And when they finally
break down the door, to
find him at his desk, poisoned
glass in hand
and she-mind gone-on the floor
whispering still....no more.

Frank W. Torres
Member

since 2006-06-10

Posts 133

1 posted 2006-06-11 05:21 PM

Powerful, and sadly it happens to much. I liked your poem.

Paula Finn
Member Ascendant

since 2000-06-17

Posts 5546
missouri

2 posted 2006-06-12 03:28 PM

Thank you Frank!

Will Rhyme
Member

since 2006-05-22

Posts 149

3 posted 2006-06-12 09:26 PM

I like this one.

Good job!

WIll

Snowflake From Hell
Senior Member

since 2003-07-10

Posts 777
My own little Icey Oblivion

4 posted 2006-06-14 03:18 PM

no more nothingness, no more disbelief, no more counting sheep...its the key to nothingness mother

Hollow heroes seperate as they run...Shadows linger in your pain dead and done

Jess
Member

since 2006-06-06

Posts 243
Washington

5 posted 2006-06-14 03:22 PM

chilling! Really really liked this

Debo
Member

since 2006-04-18

Posts 321
Texas U.S.A.

6 posted 2006-06-15 02:52 AM

What a in your face and realistic write.
Painfully Beautiful

Debo

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

7 posted 2006-06-15 06:13 AM

It's hard for me to respond to poems that are so blunt as this...not because they are don't affect me, but because I have a low tolerance for the negative and because I have seen this myself to a lesser degree though caused from alcohol.

Definitely a strong poem.

M

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