you will not suck the life out of me
you will not suck the life out of me
you will not suck the life out of me
she repeats three times, like Dorothy
with those ruby slippers
& there is a witch in her drama too
sometimes she thinks it’s her
when his poison enters the blood
the way some spider venom
freezes prey for easier eating
but no amount of magical thinking
can work as well as her two feet
bare or not
walking away
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Beautifully done.
thanks, hon!
*hugs* I hope your words, so powerful, are also cathartic for you.
you know, having ***just*** gotten something like this out of my life, difficult to see a friend go through it. Thanks, Nelle.
Of that I’m certain. The things we live through only to see others stand at the edge of something similar. There’s a certain helplessness in it. We are creatures who like to act, to change a course, to heal, to build, to make better. Our limitations are not easy to butt up against, but we learn there is wisdom in knowing where the limits are.
Exactly, Nelle.
A vivid tale told !!!
thanks, and not a pretty one, I’m afraid.
Thank God she walked away. Great write!
Celestine–thank you. She has not quite walked away yet, which is the insane thing.
What! Did I misread the words then? And pray, Susan, get her out before it is too late. (sorry, I am stepping out of line, but….)
Not stepping out of line at all–I want to fly down to Tennessee to shake some sense into her. Or something.
Please! Spousal abuse and killings is on the ascendancy in my country and I tend to get frightened. Sadly, you cannot force her if she does not want to go.
I know, I know! The only plus is the one who is abusing her is doing so verbally and emotionally–which are not healthy by any means, but I believe she will live through it. Ugh.
Words can be lethal, Susan. I know becuase I lived through it and it is only by divine intervention and counseling that my hubby is a changed person now. Our cultures are different but I tell you, I was prepared to pack bag and baggage
out of that house unitl he saw sense. Even now, the scars can be visible. 🙂
Believe me, I know. i have strongly encouraged her to leave. However, in addition to being her abuser, he is also terminally ill; and so she stays, seeing light at the end of the tunnel. A very sad, very sick situation for both. I do believe abuse and the solutions for leaving it translate across cultures–as survival instinct does–and we would see it the same way.
I must concede that that puts the whole scenario in a different perspective. My heart goes out her her and I will pray for her, for God to give her peace and keep her safe. Hm!
Thanks, C. She will need those prayers.