A poetic journey through my mind


Silent bedroom, the great divide,
though they still sleep side-by-side,
though he still turns and holds her tight,
claiming her all through the night,
murmuring dreams into her ear,
while she lays paralyzed by fear.

Silent kitchen, spotless clean,
glittering with an icy sheen,
gleaming light on spotless floor,
sharpness hidden in a drawer,
she hears them waiting, rustling,
she knows too well their deadly sting.

Silent parlor, dust free, still,
ceramic birds voice soundless trill,
cushions rise in lonely splendor,
old carpet lies in soft surrender,
witnesses to many an hour
of pain washed clean by sorrows shower.

Silent hallway, sunlit door,
colored beams on patterned floor,
front door,  pathway to sunshine and life,
now hated gateway to anger and strife,
sound of door slamming brings sadness and fright,
his shadow looms large, erasing the light.

Silent woman, mask intact,
child inside by terror wracked,
head cast down to hide the eyes,
in hope that he won’t realize,
and seeing, take, and taking, kill,
so she remains, silent and still.

4 responses

  1. An honest and chilling look at a subject all too common. It is hidden away and not spoken about. There is more than physical abuse to contend with there is the silent brother mental abuse, it leaves no visible scars. Great write

    April 4, 2012 at 5:37 am

  2. Absolutely chilling. You convey so well that sense of menace and the awful silence.

    April 4, 2012 at 8:36 am

    • KC

      Thank you. Sometimes I wish that I were a teeny bit less empathic/empathetic, especially when worlds like this one come to visit. But then I remember that all they want is to be seen, to move from the dark behind the eyes and into the light before them. And I know why I can’t quit writing them. 🙂

      (And why I need the dark sense of humor and satire and ability to find something to laugh about in almost any situation…the insanity that fuels and guards my sanity. 😛 )

      April 4, 2012 at 12:09 pm

  3. Oh, what travails and internal conflicts and memories you so successfully outline here, using the various parts of the house as vehicles for sharing!

    April 5, 2012 at 1:57 pm

Talk to me, people! ;)

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