This poem I posted on here way back when I first started blogging. I decided to repost – poetry being brought up in a discussion following my last post.
I suck at poetry. Totally. You’ll see lol. And when I write I usually never do rhyming poetry, I don’t like it that much – I prefer it free. But one afternoon, as I was trying to have a snooze, some lines for this kept intruding and I had to do that thing – that thing where you have to get up and get it out just to get some peace. It’s no masterpiece, and I won’t say enjoy because it’s not a nice subject.
“A bedtime prayer”
As i lay me down to sleep
i will not sniff, or moan, or weep
although it hurt, i took it good
and mute, just like a woman should
“Look what you’ve done you filthy whore,
you stupid bitch, must want more”
you hold me down and fuck me hard
a token of your love’s regard
With gritted teeth and fist held high
murderous glint in bullet eyes
i’ve broken ribs and bleeding face
i’m still alive by God’s good grace
So many years and bashings past
each one more violent than the last
i want to leave but dare not try
because you threaten i will die
My heart is on your dinner plate
of my life blood you partake
your tongue a knife, blood on your chin
with hungry lust you dive right in
Eat me up ’til i’m all gone
i can’t be seen by anyone
invisibility you see
is the one defence that is left to me.
…
If i should die before i wake,
i pray that Hell your soul will take
by Julia Driscoll 2006