Featured Poet: Tracey West
It says 0:12 on my red bedside clock, I hear your feet ascend the stairs, Then you click the bathroom lock.
My gaze is afixed on an orange street light, As tonight’s hot tears pierce, Yet another cold night.
“A real man must come at least once every day”, I don’t want to feel the bed shake, And hope you’ve found another way.
To relieve all your tension on a hot DVD, With some beer and a joint, Then you won’t involve me.
It says 1:23 on my red bedside clock, Your snores are now deep, And your hand stuck to a sock.
That is filled with limp manhood, It’s time to get up, In my haste as I stand My hand hits a tea cup. On the table, you stir, But you’re out for the count, I get dressed in the silence, Then slide my way out Of the bedroom that’s held all my darkest despair, There’s no looking back, no regrets can I wear.
It says 2:34 on a red bedside clock, But I’m in a hotel, Tender arms are now locked, Around my glistening shoulders, Still glowing from the love, Of a man who adores me, We finally woke up, To the fact that life is short, Too short to be sad, Wrapped in a marriage of violence, There’s life to be had.
It says 3:45 on the red bedside clock, The alarm sounds, we rise, And my eyes look in shock, At my new cuts and bruises, They’ll be the last ones, No more oversized glasses, Or heavy foundation,
My new love plants kisses, On my forehead and holds me, I’ve no fear with him, For his tongue never scolds me.
We’ve planned this escape, For what seems like forever, But fear had a tight grip, Around my neck, thought I’d never, Be quite brave enough, But I’ve learned to stand tough, And I’m sure not deluded, It’s gonna be rough.
I’ve snipped all my connections, To the old wounded life, I can’t risk him ever finding, This terrified wife, Who he’s beaten into submission, With his hands and cruel words, As we get in the taxi, I’m seen but not heard.
It says 4:56 on the train station clock, My hands are enclosed by warm fingers, In an effort to stop, all my trembles, He mumbles, “I love you dear girl”, Then we step on the train, Entering our new world.
I’ve the clothes that I stand in, And a few hundred pounds, And the love of a soulmate, Who won’t let me down.
As the train pulls away, And we start our first day, The calm silence is gently broken, “No more tears now”, I say.
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