UTTER INTOXICATION, a poem on domestic abuse

UTTER INTOXICATION, a poem on domestic abuse

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé
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And his name was irrelevant

And her name was addicted

Sugar coated with simple lies

She has used as staples to put her heart back together

Again

And again

And….again

It was a merry go round of love hiccups

Like the ones you see in the movies

Like the ones we try to recreate after going to the movies

Like the ones that blow up in our faces after we tried to duplicate after going to the movies…by ourselves

She couldn’t be alone

She was high off the fumes of dating

And never wanted to be sober again

I mean, single

So it didn’t matter what kind of ship she sailed

As long as it floated

It didn’t matter how bad a relation-ship failed

As long as there was one

And his name…

was irrelevant

She just wanted to fall for anything

So she stood for nothing

And fall she did

Each time getting up with more bruises than the last

Getting up with more facial accessories than in the past

Shopping for thicker pastes to cover misplaced vessels broken on her precious face

She couldn’t hide the toxic nonsense ripping through her veins

Breaking to the surface and leaving what remains of beauty

She finds herself scavenging through her pieces to find a piece that looks like who she remembered

And her fumbling finds nothing in this pile of nothingness

Stammering and stumbling like a drunk

Her present state of mind yields her present condition

Toxins flood her mental

Polluting her decision

Emotional toxins flood her mental

Impairing her renewable vision

Denial-stuffed toxins flood her mental

Eroding any possible revision the pencil of life can make to her novel

A tattered and torn book filled with soggy pages of tears

Ink bleeding from chapter to chapter

And the fear is,

At first glance,

Her story is unreadable

Her struggle unchangeable

Her saving only possible through miracles of a wind we can’t see

Poison seeping through the stains of the mistakes outlined in the rising action

Utterly intoxicated

And the inevitable action…

falling

To her overdose

Erasing page numbers

Like years

From a life lived with no worth

Not valuable enough through her own eyes

In her own mirror

To get up and walk, cold turkey, towards her rebirth

Or at least crawl

Completely submerged in the venom of his lies

She paints on a smile

While her insides slowly crumble and die

Her pain is the reason I cry

 

A cure needed for this unmitigated drug

A prayer needed for this lost one seeking love

Too afraid to turn the page

To find her denouement is done

Before this battle is won

 

So we sit with cover closed

And story untold

Tugging tighter on the blindfold

 

Let’s break the mold

 

 

 

 

Problem

A woman is beaten every 15 seconds in the United States. 1 in 4 households are affected by physical and emotional abuse, many without a safe haven to escape to, or the finances to start a new life.

 

Solution

With $7,000, Sheltering Wings can provide secure emergency housing to women in need. Along with food, protection and counceling, Sheltering Wings offers these mothers emotional & financial support to start a new, safe life outside the shelter.

 

CHECK OUT THIS WEBSITE TO BE APART OF THE SOLUTION!

 

http://sevenly.org/

 

Purchase a t-shirt THIS WEEK ONLY and part of the proceeds go towards helping battered women & children who are fleeing from the poison! I bought mine today....let's be twinkies! 

© 2012 Tinasha LaRayé


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THIS IS SO REAL AND RAW. WRITTEN WITH SUCH EMOTION AND TRUTH BEHIND IT. I'VE TOUCHED ON THIS TOPIC IN SOME OF MY WORK AS WELL, AND THE FACT THAT THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE WHO CAN PERSONALLY RELATE TO THIS IS JUST SAD. I'M GLAD YOU ARE SHEDDING LIGHT ON THIS ISSUE THANKS FOR SHARING!

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love the way this was written, a sad but true situation for a lot a ppl

Posted 8 Years Ago


I love your writeup.


Posted 8 Years Ago


Your flow is dynamic and reflective of the title, "utter intoxication"
the meaning brings awareness to a cause that transforms people for
the better, who are suffering at the hands of an absuser, can know
that things can change in the blink of an eye, brilliantly invented ^_^

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wonderful and with great meaning!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

THIS IS SO REAL AND RAW. WRITTEN WITH SUCH EMOTION AND TRUTH BEHIND IT. I'VE TOUCHED ON THIS TOPIC IN SOME OF MY WORK AS WELL, AND THE FACT THAT THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE WHO CAN PERSONALLY RELATE TO THIS IS JUST SAD. I'M GLAD YOU ARE SHEDDING LIGHT ON THIS ISSUE THANKS FOR SHARING!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 6, 2012
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Tags: domestic violence, domestic abuse, love, denial, pain

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