Where It Does Not Show

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My entry for the Social Poem Contest run by sappy.

Submitted: May 04, 2017

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Submitted: May 04, 2017

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Where It Does Not Show

 

Why did you suggest that little party in the pub?

You were not taking part but you were judging me.

And now we’re heading home, I am dragging my heels;

I know what’s going to happen, I need no crystal ball to see.

 

You’ve not muttered one single word to me

But have led me on a leash like a reluctant bitch;

It is clear that obedience training is on your mind

Once we’re alone again and to your true self you switch.

 

You’ll pay the baby-sitter,

I’ll plead silently she stay;

You’ll be your charming self

And she’ll just walk away.

 

I’ll try to remain hidden,

Hoping you’ll maybe see sense

Before your regime of punishment

You decide to make commence.

 

I’ll check on the children,” I move to the stairs

But you move over and block off my way,

I can see by the blankness that’s masking your face

That you’ve made your mind up and won’t sway.

 

I try not to show it, this fear that wells up inside,

I’ll not tremble or lead you to anger. I’ll drown

All my fears and make myself become detached

And I'll ensure my cries are made volume down.

 

You reach for my hair

You tug it so tight

No one will see

Any blood's out of sight.

 

You’ll pin back my arms

Kick me so hard,

You shoe feeling like it’s

Some real jagged shard.

 

This beating won’t stop until you’ve had enough,

You’ll make it so that I can barely walk.

The threats that you whisper straight into my ear

Secure my silence – you’ll know I’ll not talk.

 

In the morning you’ll be Mister Charming again,

You’ve not made a single mark that will show;

The children, the neighbours, all of our so-called friends

Will be taken in by your disguise and won’t know --

 

That you’re a wife beater,

Who will dominate

Just because you can’t separate

Loving from hate!

 


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