Silence A blessing or a curse? Has daddy finally gone to bed With his reeking breath and angry eyes Or is he out there waiting Wanting me to move Another excuse to hit me A beating I enticed My stomach grumbles loudly When was the last time I ate?? Do I dare to risk it Is food really all that important? A second growl is rousing Me up from the bed Maybe if I'm quiet He'll never now I 've gone Down the stairs Skip the sque...

The Boss Worn-out shoes, rejection-blues – she’d felt her share of pain, her time in grade and dues she’d paid – it seemed were all in vain. And then she learned her luck had turned – an offer came her way, a late reply – an HR-guy had read her resumé. The long commute and crowded route had put her way-behind, to run astray her maiden-day was not the way to shine. Like hell on wheels – in hose and heels, she crossed the p...

Broken home she came from a broken home where the parents at each other would throw stones. every day they would argue, bicker and fight, all the way till the night. not realizing their Childs plight. the child to them in turn would scream but in the battle she was not seen. from her father she had sexual abuse fighting with him, was of no use. he forced himself upon her at a very young age from there on, her life would n...

Some say I’m over weight- while some say I’m fat. I say I’m big boned - my doctor told me that. What does weight matter? - does it mean I can’t love? I was made this way - by GOD up above. My brother is tall and thin- they say he’s bones and skin. Why does weight matter? Can any of us ever win ! They say when we walk down the street We look like ABBOTT and COSTELLO He looks like a bamboo stick While I look like a cello. W...

So you want to know what lurks inside my head I extend to you my hand I warn it is not pretty Come journey with me to the depths within my head This place of loss I dwell welcome to where I dream I know my way quite well my freak show hall of mirrors Here you will catch a glimpse of my demons of haunting Hold my hand do not cringe for every move is watched Do not let go of my hand we are not quite through Let me guide you...

When I feel you moving closer My breath just seems to catch Your eyes refuse to leave mine Trapping me in their depths I don’t know how to act What is right and what is wrong You always seem to know though As my head slams against the wall I cry out, “I’m sorry!” But you just shake your head. “You little bitch,” you sigh, “I thought we’ve gone over this.” “I didn’t mean to do it,” I plead with you tearfully But my words m...

How did I get into this messWe used to be so happy togetherNow it's my own blood on my little black dressI will feel my face sting from his slap foreverI am too scared to say how I truly feel and confessThat I hate him but he just keeps yanking my hair. My face feels his anger if his alcohol is warmAnd my neck compressed if try to leave the house or him He throws me onto the bed in my bruised and beaten formI cry as he cu...

Sitting on the edge of her bed Theresa began to think what was wrong with her? What was going to be her next step? Would she ever be able to get the strength? She knew what had to be done or would she continue to let John break her down. The heartache he had not only caused her but her older boys. They had been witnesses of what John was capable of because they had seen the monster numerous times before. The faint knock o...

I thought our love would be infinite past the end of time. I loved you with my whole being and that wasn’t enough. We tried and said; maybe we could do more next time. However, fate dealt us a losing hand and it was rough. I ask myself how may tears will it take before I forget. Your tender kiss and the way we made love to each other. I see your face in everything I do; it’s so hard to forget. But there is no us and I mus...

Angel you flew away, to where there is no pain.Just short of two years life,Your mistreatment so profane.Your face was lovely, with precious tears.Hands small and soft, you erased my own fears.Your hair was ever so dark, your eyes quite so bright.Yet your parents could not, did not,Appreciate your heartwarming sight.My heart you touched so strong, it made me jump, It was only once but such a connection.For an Angel like y...

He looked at himself in the mirror. This was who he was, or more what he was; a 29 year old engineer working at one of the largest companies in the country. You could call him successful, and career wise he was. His position paid better than what he could spend, but then again, he didn’t spend much money. He wasn’t a social person and he didn’t have a girlfriend or kids, not even cousins or close friends. All alone, that’...

09/09/2011That argument was big. Biggest argument they had ever had. It changed everything about them. Changed everything between them. She was sick of him trying to control her, like he knew what was best for her. His last 'command' pushed her over the edge and she erupted.She said those dreaded things, the almighty words that pushed him over the final edge. His arm swung round and his open palm connected with her left c...

Scene 2 The Next Day May is seen sitting on a stool at her bench, reading her book, a smile upon her face. She now hears approaching footsteps and hides the book down the front of her dress. She then picks up a needle and thread and proceeds to mend a sock. Enter Sister Agatha with a pile of clothes in need of mending, which she puts down on the bench. Sister Agatha : (cheerfully) Good morning May, keeping busy? May : Goo...

A One Act Play in Five Scenes.Persons of the Play  May Matron Koch Sister Agatha Dr Merriwether Mr. Green Miss White Mrs. Brown ChristianTime : Late summer 1973 Place: Outback South Australia“A hero who forgives is much more touching than one who avenges himself.” - Voltaire.Scene 1. One Day. The scene is a large, windowless, crudely furnished, wooden room. At right there is a small iron bed in which May is seen sleeping...

Cold stark black and white and absent of any grayThe edges are no longer blurred and I am as cold as deathWhat I wouldn’t do to feel warm again, to feel safe?My dreams are full of images, too fast to catch hold ofPainful flashes of unfocused memory, police lights on the blackest of nights In my chest a frightened bird, trapped, trying to tear me from my sleepless sleepA clenched hand is reflected in the angry mirror of th...