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One Day At A Time

I wrote another poem for this month’s challenge. This is a catch up piece.

In the poem, a woman can’t get out of bed because her lover has beaten her so badly.


The morning after
I can’t get out of bed.

I lie in the dark,
in too much pain
to move or speak.

The curtains are closed.
The sun would only
hurt just now.

I close my eyes
and wait to black
out. The pills
aren’t working
yet and the pain
makes me whimper.

He comes in and out
during the day, just a
black shape hovering
in the side-lines.
He’s full of apologies
of course. Declarations
of love. Promises that
will soon fade to
nothing. He brings
flowers, chocolate,
painkillers, fluffy
pillows and the
TV remote.
He kisses the side
of my broken face,
doesn’t even notice
when I flinch.

I think he broke
something this time.

The pain’s worse than
usual. It takes my breath
away every time I move.
When I manage to shuffle
to the bathroom, wincing
all the way there’s blood
in the pan.

I pull the covers
over my head,
let the tears fall.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott



I’m thirty-five years old and live in Glasgow in the UK with my partner of ten years. I work in a support team for a call centre. I like reading especially Joyce Carol Oates and Stephen King. I write fiction and poetry. I enjoy watching TV (Grimm, Torchwood, Doctor Who, Lip Service, The L Word etc). I like to play video games and am a fan of survival horror especially the Silent Hill franchise. I like to watch movies especially horror and anything where someone dies.

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