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Mar 2015 Drew Vincent

Whispering Willow

The first time I met you, I tasted blood in my mouth. You reeked of ***** and misogyny and bad intentions. You reeked of my mother’s rotting happiness.

Every time I saw you my skin turned to Braille, but that never gave you the right to try and read it. See, the small of my back was not your pocket, my chin was not your coffee cup and my shoulder was not a place for your crocodile tears. You don’t have to touch a person to know them.

When you realized I wasn’t a tween romance novel, you started to read my mom like she was self-help book. But I knew you were illiterate the day my mother’s makeup foundation couldn’t find the exact shade that went with black eye. The cut on her lip was just a new shade of lipstick and the bruises encircling her neck and wrists began to look like jewelry. She told me they cost more than any pearls she’s ever owned. And like Samson, my mother’s hair was cut short. But it was by her doing. What good was strength when you were the one pulling her around by it?

But the moment we found out that she was carrying life inside of her your hands had to find a new hobby. I suggested training your fingers on how to pack a bag but instead you chose how to learn to pick up bigger bottles. It was a relief to see my mothers stomach swell rather than her face but 9 months is nothing compared to 18 years.

The only solace I find in you being in my brother’s life is that I won’t have to teach him how to hate you, he’ll already know. And I’m counting down the days until the ocean in his veins form a category 5 hurricane. I’m counting down the days until he destroys you.

#fear #abuse #relationships #violence #alcoholism #violent #domestic #domesticviolence #dv #physicalabuse

Mar 2015 Drew Vincent

Gone

Mar 2015 Drew Vincent

Erin Schwartz

Gone

Loud sounds
Coming from behind your door
I hear a scream
A scream that causes chills
Tingles
I go to your door
It's locked

She's screaming at you to leave
You shout back, calling her names
I want to help
I don't like hearing the sound of her crying because of you
You're the one who made her this way
Why are you trying to change her

There's a sound
A loud sound as if something hit the door
I want to open the door
I want to see what is going on
It's still locked

I hear the door unlock
I look up
My eyes blurry from tears I didn't know I was crying
I see your face
A tight, sad, anger filled line formed on your mouth
You walk past me
Leaving the door open for me to see what you had done
I see her laying on the floor
Bruised
Bleeding
But still alive

You beat her
You beat her as if she were a punching bag
You beat her as if she were your opponent and you were a boxer
She couldn't fight back
You were too strong

I hear the front door close
You left
You left me with her on the ground
You left her with me

I have to decide what to do
Do I stand here and stare at her
Do I run out the door after you because I can't lose you too
Or do I call the police
I want to run
I want to get so far away
But I don't want to be like you
I don't want to be a coward you runs from her problems
I want to be the hero

I call the police
By the time the police come the bleeding on her head stopped
Her busted lip and black eye still swollen
She's not dead
Yet
The ambulance takes her to the hospital where she is taken into surgery
Brain damage
Head trauma because of you and your hands

While they're helping her
I'm taken into questioning
I'm asked questions about you
Who did this
What happened
Why didn't you help her
I answer
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Please stop asking me questions

The hospital calls in the middle of the interview
She's dead
You killed her with your hands
But you also killed her with your words
She wouldn't have tried to run if you just let her be
You should have been nicer to her
She's dead
You're gone
And I'm alone

Fiction but dreams

#sad #abuse #alone #dead #gone #fighting #domestic

Mar 2015 Drew Vincent

I'm not sorry.

Mar 2015 Drew Vincent

Xander King

I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry I loved you,
I'm sorry I didn't leave you when I had the chance.

#sad #heart #pain #abuse #hurt #breakup

Mar 2015 Drew Vincent

Won't see till the end.

Mar 2015 Drew Vincent

Xander King

Won't see till the end.

Oh Romeo,
Oh Romeo,*

                   She cried in the bathroom,
crying for air
                  And working on her final escape plan
Concealing the bruises keeping it cool
                 So you won't see until the end.

***Part of a Poem I'm not done with yet.

#suicide #pain #abuse #cry #break #hurt #bruise #cries #romeo

Jan 2015 Drew Vincent

Happy poem

Jan 2015 Drew Vincent

Haylee Dicker

Happy poem

I want to write a happy poem
With smile from ear to ear
the sort that makes your cheeks hurt
Usually caused by some one dear.

A poem that makes;
The Butterflies fly
and your tummy somersault
Eutrophia making you high.

Using words to melt hearts
Instead of tearing them apart.

#heart #happy #beauty #smile #high #butterflies #eutrophia

Dec 2014 Drew Vincent

That Was Supposed to Be Me

Dec 2014 Drew Vincent

Sophie Herzing

That Was Supposed to Be Me

You think I rub my arms over and over again
because it’s a little chilly and I should have worn a sweater,
but really I need to distract myself from the reflection
of you playing cat’s cradle with her fingers and nuzzling
your kiss into her wild hair. It’s not me who’s there even though
when the moon’s face wears the night to it’s annual masquerade
you’re the one who’s reaching out to me. Maybe we don’t kiss
but we don’t have to, because our souls have been suspended
above our heads like mistletoe and you chose
a long, long time ago to hold her instead of me. And you think
I’ve found recovery in the time, found separation
between the summers, but I tuck my hair behind my ears
and crush my lips back into my teeth not out of habit
but so that I don’t scream, That was supposed to be me!
That was supposed to be me. You know, too, or else you wouldn’t
recall some stupid puddle memory just so I’ll cling
to that last ember in the bottom of my heart and light it on fire.
So I’ll be the one to remind you of the frame you cut from my soft cedar
to put her in. You can turn my light down. I’ve got nothing for you now.

Dec 2014 Drew Vincent

The Ocean

Dec 2014 Drew Vincent

Özcan Mermaid

The Ocean

Like the ocean; I am both mesmerised
and frightened by you.
more than anything; in the most beautiful
and tragic way.
You are alluring,
and wrench me,
like a ship
awaiting to
sink.
slowly
and deadly.

Dec 2014 Drew Vincent

||You didn't love her||

Dec 2014 Drew Vincent

Hello it's me

||You didn't love her||

You really didn't love her
She was just an escape for you
A band aid to cover you bleeding wound

You really didn't love her
You just used her and threw her away
Even if you said that you did
I can assure you you didn't
Because if you had
Where is she?

Now she cries her heart
For the man she did love
She begs for death to take her

See I know...
You really didn't love her
She was just your medicine
Your escape from pain

You really didn't love her
Because people don't hurt
The ones they love

Nov 2014 Drew Vincent

Blind Date

Nov 2014 Drew Vincent

JJ Hutton

Blind Date

My buddy Todd set us up.
Her name, I knew her name:
Isabel Fienne.
I met her outside of Byron's,
drinking a 40 out of a brown bag.
She wore black, black spaghetti strap,
black Memphis skirt, black stockings.
I told her I liked the color of her eyes.
She said her dad just died.
And asked me, "What was your name again?"
I asked her, "How about a little of that drink?"
We spent the night throwing rocks at passing cars,
dodging police, and talking about how
we liked the anonymity of night.

We woke up in an alley.

I whispered the word stockings.
She bit my lip.
We get married the first of June.