October 25, 2006

The Language of Love: A Prelude


I haven't been able to get out the entry I've been trying to write the last few weeks. Too much to say and I've been at a loss for words on the topic itself. So in the meantime... read the piece below to get an idea of what's running through my brain...


Born of woman
Brought to light by she
So..where does the respect get lost?

Verbal violations
Assaulting adjectives that
Burn beyond the surface
Finding her skin and burying themselves deep
into who she is

Hurling insults like knives
That try to break skin
And plunge
Straight to soul
He digs deep for
Anger unfettered
Releasing ugly, scarring words
That drop like bombs
On quiet Sundays mornings.

Defenseless to the one she loves
He whom she's given herself to,
Fed, clothed, soothed,
Loved and would have sacrificed her her for
Unprepared for his attacks
Or anger
She couldn't reign in
She bows her head instead
Hoping to dodge death
And damage.

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