Wrecking Ball

To all the domestic abuse survivors

WRECKING BALL

You, my wrecking ball
I your derelict
A palette of purple
Green blue hues
Priceless masterpiece
Painted by ‘loving’ hands
Place your fist in my face
One more time.
Colour your tattered canvas
Add a splash more colour
Perhaps a dash of red
In war-torn rivulets.
Smite me!
Chalk bone pastels
Cruel blood oils
Watercolour tears
I am a work of the art of your rage
Hang me in the museums
Display me in the galleries
Parade your finesse
For we do not do fine dining
And I will never know
The taste of an apology.

©2019 Sarah Drury

Published by Sarah Drury

Poet, Mother and general crazy person. Literally.

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