whispers


love may be poison
wrapped up in ribbons,
a slow suffocation of all that seemed shining,
a promise of dark dreams
stinging with terror,
as violence lurks behind yesterday’s flowers

she is cut to the bone,
with whispers and smiles.
this is not love, this is raw, wicked power.
it is rape, with soft words
leaving torn, jagged wounds
on the bright, bloody shards
of the soul of his lover.

the shadow of fear, falls cold as the night
as hearts search in darkness,
for truth without lies.

(c) 2020 BGeiger

stupid, worthless, fat/skinny, ugly, f*cking bitch


nobody will ever love you like i do, you f*cking bitch.
you are worthless, stupid, fat/skinny, ugly.
if you just hadn’t said/done that.
it’s your fault that i had to (you know).

if you have heard some version of this,
you are being abused.

wake up.
you are not any of those things.
you do not deserve to live in fear.
you do not deserve this damage to your body or your mind.
listen to your brain, not your ego.
your ego has lost its way.
see what is really there.
look for what is true.

abuse is the life-time lease on a condo in hell.
the only way out is to open the door,
put one foot in front of the other
and walk away.


(c) 2020 BGeiger