Twenty-One Wilted Roses
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the
The air was stale.
Filthy.
Thick with smoke and alcohol.
It was a nasty little smell.
And I hated it.
The smell of Love.
The smell of Pain.
The smell of Jess.
I love Jess.
I really do.
When she isn't drunk.
Or stoned.
Or nearby.
I shouldn't have ever moved in with her.
The bruises all over my body are all the proof I need.
I looked I had been hit by a truck or somthing.
But no,
Just Jess.
Hitting me with her bare hands.
That and nothing else.
That was painful to even think about.
I could see her coming towards me like she did last night.
The smell of cheap wine and discount cigars.
A horrid smell to even think about.
She was carring a bottle in her hand.
Empty.
She threw it.
It hit me right across my thiegh.
Creating a red mark on a sea of black and blue.
Painful.....
Horrid pain.
She looked angry in her own drunken way.
"Dontchuu have any wine bahbeee?"
I winced.
If I anwsered, she'd slap me.
If I didn't anwser, she'd kick me.
If I tried to find some help, they'd shrug me off and i'd be killed.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
Filthy.
Thick with smoke and alcohol.
It was a nasty little smell.
And I hated it.
The smell of Love.
The smell of Pain.
The smell of Jess.
I love Jess.
I really do.
When she isn't drunk.
Or stoned.
Or nearby.
I shouldn't have ever moved in with her.
The bruises all over my body are all the proof I need.
I looked I had been hit by a truck or somthing.
But no,
Just Jess.
Hitting me with her bare hands.
That and nothing else.
That was painful to even think about.
I could see her coming towards me like she did last night.
The smell of cheap wine and discount cigars.
A horrid smell to even think about.
She was carring a bottle in her hand.
Empty.
She threw it.
It hit me right across my thiegh.
Creating a red mark on a sea of black and blue.
Painful.....
Horrid pain.
She looked angry in her own drunken way.
"Dontchuu have any wine bahbeee?"
I winced.
If I anwsered, she'd slap me.
If I didn't anwser, she'd kick me.
If I tried to find some help, they'd shrug me off and i'd be killed.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
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x33Painful to write.
I can practically feel the pain writing this :(
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