Strength Vs. Weakness Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier
Strength Vs. Weakness
Slamming on the bed
slap marks burning red
forced down by all his weight
touches from him i hate
'shh, just let this happen
stop with all your fighting'
the grip loosens on my biting
because of this my soul is dieing
my hands they begin shaking
now he thinks my cryings faking
with a grasp on his hair
i begin to pull and tear
no he will not quit
black outs fallow a final hit
later with a bloody lip
uncountable bruises starting at my hip
the doctors say im blessed
then how come i still feel undressed?
This one is equaly your most amazeing and horrifying work i have read so far, it reminds me of the first chapter of 'Lovely bones'. But that ending is really a deep wound, it truely had a cut to it. Touchy subject for me personaly, but has the best final line I've read in a long time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 8:01:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i really am at a loss for words. that was your best work. and like that other comment mentioned...best final line. I hope this wasn't a true story. keep it up...