Blood splattered on the windowpane,

Tiny flecks dried brown.

Quietly on the other side,

Rain was falling down.

She cut her hair too short again.

He knew she was afraid.

They heard the screams outside the door,

But quickly turned away.

What happened to that little girl,

With the long hair and blue eyes?

One life sadly traded,

For another full of lies.

They called her a whore;

More attempts to destroy.

His description -charismatic,

A real playboy.

Society’s cruel joke,

A steep price to pay.

Who’s laughing now,

Still turned the other way?

The death of a mother.

The blood of a wife.

She cut her hair,

He took a life.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

The rate of violence against woman by intimate partners in the U.S. is very high.  It’s a major issue that needs to be brought out into the light at a much higher level than it currently is.  Mine is a fictional tale inspired by a very real problem.

Feel free to chime in if you have something to say on the topic.

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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2 Responses to Euphemisms

  1. I think it is 1:4 or 1:3 women experience domestic violence. It is disgusting & needs to be a topic of conversation if it is ever going to change. Thank you for posting.


    • Suzanne says:

      Thank you. I appreciate your support on this issue. I felt a little funny posting something so dark. But it came to me and I am passionate about the issue. I believe we really keep it in the closet. Turn our heads. Still look at it as something that goes on inside the home that is private and nobody else’s business. In many ways we still have a long way to go as evolving as a species.

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