Friday, 18 May 2012
| To Ruth pt 3 |
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By Oneal Walters If Ruth inhales my love as a rose scent escapes in the night from his torture; her life begins. Then I would fast against all man’s sin and kneel below Ruth's waist, removing her scars.To Ruth pt4Her back thrown against the wall his greasy hands grip her throat Ruth swallows her throat collapses You’re hurting me.” She says. He stops. Ruth falls to the floor, inhales deeply. He slams the front door. Ruth crawls along the floor into the washroom passes an opened bible and a rolled Rihanna poster. She removes a black handle mirror from the counter, and screams, “why is this happening to me?” Ruth stares at herself; am I not beautiful today? Why does he treat me so harshly? What did I do to make him mad? Her hand tilts the mirror downwards, his sandpaper fingertips burned onto her neck.*To Ruth is a series of poems first revealed in OW News. The first two parts were published earlier. Ruth represents a woman who is living with a man who physically abuses her. Join this newsletter by emailing This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it . |
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