Death, Rescue Me
Did you all know I write poetry? I can’t remember if I’ve shared that on here before. Most of my early work and my first published book, was all poetry. I haven’t shared my poetry in a long time because it has become intensely personal, but tonight I guess I’m feeling open.
I hear the door open and my heart beats faster.
He is home.
Burying my head under the covers, please let him think I’m asleep.
The thumping of my heart beating in sync with every thud of his footsteps coming up the stairs.
The bedroom door opens.
Every fiber of my being telling me to run away, yet ever wrestling the internal struggle of my desperate soul against my brain screaming “DON’T FUCKING MOVE.”
Keep my eyes shut. Monsters aren’t real!
I feel a hand moving up my thigh. Please, just let me die.
Any chance of remaining in my tomb of silent sleep is shattered as I am forcefully rolled to my back.
This is the man that I chose to marry.
I start to sit up, please, not tonight.
“We can do this the hard way, or the easy way, either way, its getting done. I’ll let you choose as to how much it hurts.”
I sink back down into my soulless coffin, the pillows surrounding me with their suffocating hugs.
A hand wrapped “lovingly” around my throat.
His breathing is labored, as mine becomes strained. Darkness creeping in around the edges.
This is not what I signed up for.
I recite my vows in my head, “till death do us part.”
Please death, I’m ready to go.