Tuesday, 19 March 2013

THE SOLITARY LIFE OF A BATTERED WIFE






She fell down on her knees
Her brown skin felt like it was on fire
She could still hear her ears ringing
The after effect of multiple slaps on her face
The bruises on her face stung her
She tried not to cry
Tears would cause her more pain
Crying would only worsen her pain
This feeling…so familiar
She knew she should run
But she wondered where her destination would be
She was tired of been found
Tired of been caught
She leaned forward
And then she moved closer to the pillar before her
Her head felt woozy
She couldn’t hear a thing now
The ringing sound had stopped
As her head hit the cold pillar
She could feel her torn clothes tear even more
She was tired
Exhausted
Broken
She had lost count of the years
The bruises
The scars
The sprains
The fractures
Inflicted by the man she once loved
The substance-addicted man of her youth
The man she called her mate
The man…her worst nightmare
She wanted to run
She tried but couldn’t
She wanted to scream
She really wanted to but couldn’t
No one believed her tale
He seemed like the replica of a dove
A good actor he was
The man was a dragon on the inside
They all thought she was lucky
Perfect
And privileged
So many envied her
How would she prove her story is real?
Who would listen to her tale?
Who would respect her words of truth?
He was the perfect liar!
The worst husband
And also the famous philanthropist
Her heart ached badly
The solitary life of a battered wife
The wealth could no longer make her smile
It no longer brought warmth
Neither did it bring her protection
Her childlessness hunted her daily
It created an invisible tag in her world
Redemption seemed far
Her story tasted bitter in her mouth
But there was no place to vomit
So she was left to swallow and remain silent
The luxury gowns hid them all
The beautiful jewelry covered them all
The cuts
The bruises
The scars
A tale well hidden
She lacked the urge to look in a mirror
Her beauty was the least of her worries
But it meant a lot to him
So proper arrangements were put in place for that
She no longer had cause to smile
Her face was well “botoxed” with lack of feelings for him
Her heart was a cold as ice
Life meant nothing anymore
She fantasied about a special kind of slumber
A slumber so sweet
A slumber that would never end
An escape from all the hurt
The pains
All the unhappiness
Away from a false life
Away from this plastic world
His loud snore forced her back to reality
It brought back her sense of hearing
The snore was all too familiar
It always came after the battering
A conclusion to the nightmare
The summary of the drama
The story of her life
The solitary life of a battered wife




By Sylvia Chika
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