No Way Out
and the day before
that son of a bitch
for the third time
but he wouldn’t
he kept rising
to the surface
of sanguine reminders
But this time,
the last time,
as I tied
As I watched
the rope unwind
taking him with it
I became entangled
in the knots
in salty brine
The sting on her face, the bruises on her knees, the tears in her eyes, the rage in her heart.
"Never again!!" she shouts to an empty room.
The flowers, the hand to lift her off the floor, the tears in his eyes, the apology and promise that, "it'll never happen again".
The vicious cycle begins, once again.
This time a black eye, glass shards in her hands, a lump forming on the back of the head, and heart screaming to be heard--to be set free.
The lies are told to neighbors, friends, family and onlookers. "No, I just broke a dish"; "I just hit my head"; "I just fell down the stairs"; "I can be so clumsy."
But how do you lie to a 3 year-old? A little one standing at the door, clutching his teddy bear to his chest while listening to mommy's screams, daddy's shouts, and watching his daddy turn into the monsters, like on tv?
What kind of lie can hide the truth? No more lies!
Suitcases packed, secret bank account emptied, plane tickets bought with cash, new adventure on the horizon. Little boy hand in mama's bruised one. Big brown eyes searching deep grey ones. No questions asked, just ready for Never Again!