By Jesi Scott
You don’t like what I say?
Silence my words with your
Knife-stabbed heart through the back,
I turned and you were gone.
Evidence along the floor.
Cut me down to your level,
Force-fed diamond lies you
Shove in my throat.
Ignore the damage you leave in your wake;
Hurricane hiding in an empty face.
Victim-played the lines greyed,
Oath-bound promises filleted
And arrayed on a silver platter.
Leave me bare now
Huddled on the cold, hard floor.
Black-bruised heart left scarred,
You turn your back and go.
Unrestrained lies contained
Leaving your blood-stained
*Day 12 of the challenge brings us to feeling tortured. When things don’t go well in a relationship we tend to torture ourselves with thoughts of what we could have done differently. We go over and over the things we said, the actions we took, and we question if we did the right thing. For some the torture happens before things end. We walk on eggshells trying to make decisions that won’t make things worse. Putting out fires before they turn into an inferno becomes the order of the day; being constantly on guard is simply the new normal. In my poem I write about the emotional torment in a dysfunctional relationship.