A poem ...but the image speaks for its self?

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She kept her secret so long,
the need to tell somebody about it
. . . finally killed her

She thought it would die
if she never told if she
hid it in the dark it would
starve and go away and
she never did tell

Some things thrive in the dark
They fester and grow malignant
like cancers and brain tumors and
secrets like hers


http://7uc1d-dr34m.deviantart.com/art/Women-Abuse-Awareness-50749050
 
A spokesperson from a local battered women's shelter said that her clients typically leave an average of 17 times before they get away from their abusers.
 
I have often wondered, where are the fathers and sons and husbands and brothers?
Where are they?
Where the f*ck are they?
WHERE
ARE
THEY?
 
heartbreaking, to say the very least.
Frightening, it could be anyone we are close to.

We live in a world of overexposure, that feeds sick minds.
 
I bet the scar underneath her arm
is not as deep as
scars
on mind and heart
the bruises she
inflicts
for thinking
what she should have done
differently

awesome write, thanks Sin
 
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