My heart stopped beating

By little-known


My heart stopped beating

 

 

 

Laying her back on the wall of her prison

Why was it different

It hurt more

Shocked more

Chest heavy

 A terrible ache consuming every pore

Harder to swallow

It was him she's sure

 

 

She loons at me

I know the look

She's hiding behind the sofa

Saying he's been back banging on the door

I know it was the tumble dryer upstairs

Her eyes are bloodshot

A beautiful bright blue bloodshot

Wide as fish eyes

She's been pacing all night holding a knife

She's holding an umbrella

I took the knives last time she cut her wrists

She's in torn clothes as she tears at her flesh

I feel my flesh tear

That's her last nice dress

No longer nice but torn and red

I give her trousers and a belt

My own only just brought

They drown her

At least she's covered

She says he's been calling her all night on the phone

I took the phone when she smashed it on the wall

I try to think of everything

In the bathroom there's hair in the chipped shabby sink

She's been pulling it out by the roots

I feel my scalp its sore, alien

I feel everything

I removed the scissors when she shredded her scalp cutting her hair off

Saying this is why he had her

Her long golden hair

My hair

Lithium pills

In the cabinet, too many

Too many pills

She should have taken these

 

She calms

I calm

Promising to take her pills, begging don't send me back to hell

But at the secure unit she's safe

I'm safe

Says she'll have a bath

I'll be better tomorrow

She's settled, I settle

So I leave

 

 

I'll come back in the morning

I sleep soundly

First night in months

The morning light gives me slight hope

I can't remember this feeling much

 

I hear a crash

I run

I'm taking too long

Kicking the door in

I thank God for kickboxing

She's swinging from the oak beam in the ceiling

My belt around her neck

Juddering

I look for a knife

I look for scissors

To cut her down

Cut me down

I look for a phone to call an ambulance

 

I feel my body juddering

My heart stop beating

The belt

The new belt

I hadn't thought about the belt

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Copyright 2016 little-known
Published on Monday, October 3, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Noel Haiasi On Tuesday, October 4, 2016, Noel Haiasi (36)By person wrote:

    This piece is quite the read, bravo on the format. Awesome work!

  • Queazenart On Monday, October 3, 2016, Queazenart (212)By person wrote:

    A really good example of how poetry can be used to tell a compelling narrative. Whether this is fictitious or based on incident, it's still written in an incredible way. I really like it.

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