Battering Mother

Battered mother of five kids, who were fragile felines scared close, to the red scenes of her body, being whipped with lead pipes and silver hand pieces often pressed into her side, in threats to dismiss her soul. But when she was not as naughty, and not as nice, she would be granted a less severe punishment, in his book of "Putting your wife in her place." he would make her swallow his fist or gag on caps of her front teeth, because she smiled, bawled a flame and dared to throw it at his forehead. he would always let her live, not even the forces of his fingers around her scrawny neck, could choke out her courage, or dissolve the strength that existed within. A slab of swears would always manage to slide out, paddle his conscience, and slap him on the cheek. It would fear him off, in enough time and enough distance for her to launch butcher knives, and carve a group of X's in his arms, that would make him laugh and make her flee for us, who would stand behind her, clinging to her legs, (the brass bones) while crying and staring, at the man of the house...blocking the door.this poems required two rewrites due to due needed punctuation and to be tightened. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 02:06 AM PST   10 • 0 • 1