A Woman's Request
The look on your face betrays your bravado
A vacant look stuck in fear.
"Let me get this over with," you mumble as you reach for the phone
mind somwhere else, reality knowing what is near.
All of it surfaces, the pain, the shame, the guilt, the terror.
"Hi honey, I'll be home a few hours later."
The voice it quivers, the hands they shake.
Twisting the chord over and over again
until your fingers are red from the blood
caught at the tip of your fingertips.
A furrowed brow, a lowered voice.
We really knew there would be no choice.
Some quiet pleading, abruptly shut up.
A womans request to hold up,
for just one night, for just one night.
Tedious and ugly, the requisite fight.
No more eye contact and I know what it is,
as all of your black eyes and bruises I too had lived.
In silence and sadness we say our goodbye,
deep down wishing oh how hard you could try.
But who am I to say go play with your life?
For I'm just your friend and you are his wife.
BREAK THE CYCLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF HE IS HITTING YOU GET OUT! YOU CAN DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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