23 Dec 2007

He ripped out her heart
And fed it to his pet dog
She tried to rebel, fight back
But he hushed her
Cradled her in his arms
Rocked her to sleep
And said it’s my way or nothing at all
And she said fine.

He set her life on fire
And she eternally burns for him now
She jumped in a pool of water
But the flame didn’t die
And never will it diminish
Because he had said it’s my way or nothing at all
And she had said fine.

He made love to her
For the first time
And for once, she felt special
Wanted, loved, treasured
All warm and fuzzy inside
And then he left her for 5 hours
Came home smelling of women’s perfume
She tried questioning him
But the words were chained to her throat
And refused to pour out from the hole in her face
So she just shut up and accepted whatever, blindfolded
Because he had said it’s my way or nothing at all
And she had said fine

He raped her soul
And left her there, wounded
For about a week, numb
She could hardly move
Then he came back and held her close
Cleaned her up, and made her breakfast
She tried protesting but
Her tongue just died in her mouth
Because it was either his way or nothing at all
And she had said fine


Zainab Bhatti
(All rights reserved)

zaza at 11:30 pm

4 angels shot me

4comments

at December 26, 2007 Blogger (¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

awesome poem
but sometimes i feel like these guys are just not worth the time or the effort :(

 
at December 26, 2007 Blogger Lunatic.... said...

*hug*
it really touched my heart I am always just amazed how you capture so much pain in words
it compeletly showed the helpless state..
can relate to some parts..

 
at December 26, 2007 Blogger zazafeefi said...

raaji: yeah..sometimes i feel the same. but hey. he said its my way or nothing at all. and she said fine

lunatic: hugs! thanks very much, sometimes i wish i cudnt do what i do with words. this poem was instantaneous

 
at December 26, 2007 Blogger *~*{Sameera}*~* said...

That was breath-taking!

Hope you drop by my space sometime.Season's Greetings :)

 

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