the dirt and blood ill become you,
marring what was once a fair complexion.
look away,
it must pain you to look at your assailant,
to admit your failure,
to acknowledge your pain.
curl tight around your vulnerable parts,
lest another kick find its way home.
after all, what notice will another bruise bring
when compared to the others decorating
your bruised and broken back.
stay down if you will,
let the tears fall.
perhaps it would be better
than to look up and be struck again,
the blows begin to take their toll.
already your features are unrecognizable,
swollen, cut and discolored.
you are a pitiful thing,
so accepting of defeat.
does the dirt feel good,
corse and gritty as it grinds into your wounds?
do you collect more to apply…
or could that be a fist you make?
GOOD!
Show me there is fight left.
Look Me In The Eye!
Then tell me you will not accept death.
Make me believe you can survive the coming fight.
No, leave the dirt,
let the blood be a stain.
Everyone should see there is a price to pay.
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moody, moody, moody…at dVerse tonight we are asked for a second person piece. this is unedited, essentially un-proofed and possibly to the prompt. perhaps I should get some sleep…
curl tight around your vulnerable parts,
lest another kick find its way home.
after all, what notice will another bruise bring
when compared to the others decorating
your bruised and broken back….dang..hard hit there mark….made me think of those actually abused…..you are a pitiful thing….makes me rather not like the narrator for debasing the one down…almost taunting…the verse works because you stirred me…which i think is the highest compliment…
Oh yeah, it’s to the prompt. This is such a strong write. To me, it speaks of the way governments (politicians) steal our freedoms little-by-little and we feel so helpless…even in democracies much of the time. I never miss the opportunity to vote, including small local elections. And I take the time to research what/who I’m voting for. I can see how this can apply to many situations. Abuse, as Brian mentions, addiction, war….on and on.
Whew, what images your pen has created…I see bruises and dirt after a long and bloody fight ~ Good voice here Mark ~
“Everyone should see there is a price to pay.” Indeed.. this is the ultimate truth!
“Everyone should see there is a price to pay.” I must admit I am trying to figure out the meaning you had in mind, Mark, but I do like Victoria’s idea that it could apply to governments and the blows that keep taking their toll. A vivid and captivating write!
there def. is a price to pay…and no matter who you address…it’s felt and well done mark
Very painful and extremely raw. Excellent.
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