Loved Her Madly...

[loved her to death]



She told herself that she wasn't his prisoner while offering him her hands so that he could cuff her. He made all the rules and to keep her confused he would change them frequently. She told herself that she wasn't his doormat but she lay down in front of the door and he wiped his shoes on her; Her self-image sticking to the bottom of the soles.

She offered him her heart, placed it on a fragile china plate. He took the plate and he let it drop from his hands. When the plate hit the floor her heart crashed and pieces of her scattered across the floor. He pointed his finger at the broom and dustpan - ordered her to clean up her mess. She obeyed because when she didn't, he kicked her, punched her face, tore her clothes off and then he threw her naked battered body out into the snow. She gave him her thoughts and feelings, handed these precious gifts to him and he took her gifts walked over to the kitchen sink, tossed them into the garbage disposal. Then he flipped the switch and the core of her being grinded down the drain.

He wasn't finished with her. He used his own deceptions, secrets and lies, projected them onto her, accused her of the very acts he committed against her - his distorted and twisted lies became her truth.

But she loved him... it was about love, wasn't it? About giving her heart and body to a man she believed was kind and worthy. It was about giving her trust and her most inner self to a man who saw women as enemies, sluts, things to be controlled. He loves them to death.

Epilogue: He's got himself a new victim, and he talks to her about the 'bitch' he was married to, the hell she put him through. And looking at her he tells her that she'll be next if she steps out of line...





Carol Brown ©


-For my mother and all victims of abuse.



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