Black Then Blue

Back pressed heavily against the door, breath rattling loudly in a trembling chest

You hear him on the other side

Nothing but two inches of wood separating you from another hospital visit


His speech is slurred

Vodka and hate heavy on his breath


You close your eyes

Head pointed up

You pray to the ceiling as the doorknob clicks and issues a final warning


Steel yourself and embrace the blows

Should tonight be your last

No matter what waits on the other side

It calls out sweet relief


You're already in hell

The Devil wears steel toed boots

and likes his coffee black



life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

This poem is absolutely

This poem is absolutely incredible. I mean that last stanza is just mind blowing. You could not have written this any better, it's perfect.

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

palewingedpoetess's picture

domestic abuse

ah we as a people can't speak of it enough. Is too bad poetry could not give fragile, belittled,scared and beaten women the courage to break away from their traps. Your pen rose another flag for the masses. Soldier on lady, soldier on..........M.

TheDelicateMuse's picture

Thank you so much for your

Thank you so much for your lovely comments, M! I appreciate you taking the time to write them out. I love getting feedback and responses to my humble little collection of works. Cheers,



palewingedpoetess's picture

you are most welcome on all counts

cheers back..............totziens. M.