Abuse, a poem

You know it’s bad,
Your past is so bad,
When people say no,
They don’t need to hear about it –
The details –
They would just make them sad.
You know you have to smile,
And nod thoughtfully,
And no it’s fine,
Because there’s so little chance
They’d understand.
Are you whoring out the battle wounds
Still sucking through your chest
When you try to tell your loved ones
That the gashes bleed on?
They don’t want to know
How damaged you are;
Just say you’re fine now,
Just ignore all the blood on the carpet,
Just drive home in silence.

  • 1/28/15