Day 37. Not inspired by my current relationship but a day spent ruminating on and working with domestic abuse. This one's not very funny...
Locked In
Blue flashing light
Constant throughout the night
Refuge places scarce
While punches they get worse
Bodies pile up
Not just from the flu
But from a swift one two
Cracking jaws and causing sobs
Petrified, kept inside by the yobs
No escaping the clenched fist
Hoping for once that it might miss
To save you for another day
Bruised, battered and weakened
Hidden the fuck away
No one to call, no one can know
What goes on inside so you put on a show
Mask over the scars and marks
Pretend it's a lark
Well the numbers keep coming in
And it's anything but heart warming
Petrifying, stupefying, who will stop the crying
No safe place left
No room at the inn
They're all full
Like the morgues
From the wards
Where people are sent to die
Nobody should have that fate
At the hand of someone they should hate
Chest tightening, tearing glistening
People getting hurt
But who is listening?
The kids being traumatised by dads angry voice
Mum can't go, she has no choice
This house is toxic
Hard to make it out alive
Once the controller has locked it
Limping on through the pain
Staying indoors
Tell neighbours its because of the rain
The downpours
Drenched in tears and sweat
Living under constant threat
Mechanised
, compliant
Trying to make it out
Make sure no one reports the shout
On a knifes edge as you hear a creak
Wondering when will be the next beat
Or will it be flowers
To show your love and affection
When yesterday there was the silent treatment
Emotional abuse, withdrawing attention
Controlling someones mind
Is a fucking crime
Don't think there's an amnesty
On upping the violence
One day you'll meet your maker
And they'll ask, what did take from her?
And you'll lie and deceive
Think that everyone else will believe
That you're a charming fella
Rather than a psycho killer
But you're as see through as a ghost
We can see what you are, better than most
No charismatic twat
Just a control freak getting his kicks
From beating on women and playing tricks
No one cares about your back story
Because you're without a shred of glory
When you raise that arm to choke
Tighten your grip around her throat
You're a horrible fucking cunt
Whatever way you were raised
It was without a doubt
Lacking in praise
So I get why you're a prick
But that doesn't excuse it
There's no real justice
For people like you
You think it doesn't apply
That you can fly by
Hurting innocents and blaming them
But someone knows whats inside
It could be your neighbour
Your brother or your mother
Your kids upstairs on the landing
Listening in on mummy's pleading
To avoid another beating
Deny, deny, deny
While they cry, cry, cry
And in the distance are those blue flashing lights
Waiting to catch up with you
And intervene when someone asks them to