Domestic abuse Poems
The home I grew up in
by Carter Botham
You missed it when you walked in,
The tiles in the bathroom that looked like an ogre,
That had captured my imagination as a child.
You missed that the bottom stair was harder,
The leak in the upstairs bathroom that was neglected and left to the care of a bowl,
Emptied weekly as if this chore was less than fixing it.
You missed the dent in the paint from the arguments,
Doors slammed haphazardly into walls,
The stain on the carpet from way back when,
......
Purple Blooms
by Caroline Williams
Black beating wings,
In an empty house
Filled with empty souls.
Screams rebound,
A fist in the wall,
Blood on the pavement.
A love,
Fed with sickening
......
The home I grew up in
by Carter Botham
You missed it when you walked in,
The tiles in the bathroom that looked like an ogre,
That had captured my imagination as a child.
You missed that the bottom stair was harder,
The leak in the upstairs bathroom that was neglected and left to the care of a bowl,
Emptied weekly as if this chore was less than fixing it.
You missed the dent in the paint from the arguments,
Doors slammed haphazardly into walls,
The stain on the carpet from way back when,
......
Purple Blooms
by Caroline Williams
Black beating wings,
In an empty house
Filled with empty souls.
Screams rebound,
A fist in the wall,
Blood on the pavement.
A love,
Fed with sickening
......
