Are you brave enough? -Megha Sood

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If I drink up all your sorrow
will you be good as new
if I smoke all your worries
in a puff
will you stay alive
for a few hours more

if I scrape all your scars
and wash up all your pain
Will you believe
in what I have to stay
to you?

Scrubbed
Rubbed
Washed and
Cleaned
Glistening in the light
Will we be together again?
if I wash that blood of my sins
off my palms,
Will you give me company for life?

Whimp
Groan
whisper and
and a scream
if I let all my heart out
Will you hold my hands
till the end of time
tie that holy knot?

Promises
Promises
I have heard many
and faces and names
I have seen enough
You are as weak as they come
Strong enough
till you see my gaping wound
and shudder

Rising high on your ego
thumping your chest
to make your presence felt
You will not be able to hold
your ground
to the pain
which doesn’t even break my sweat.

Born out of pain
and rocked by
the screaming lullaby
you can’t even eye the storm
I’m carrying
deep inside.

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Brave Enough- Christine Ray

Are you brave enough

to love the suicide girl

pierced with silver

dressed in black ink

whose vanity

was shorn off with her hair?

Are you strong enough to drive away

the wolves who worry her door?

Can your words drown out

their mournful howls

calling out to her feral heart?

Are you ready for the demons

who come with black roses

during long dark nights of her soul

whispering their ugly lies

poking her deepest fears with their dirty nails

wooing her to the razor sharp edge?

Or are you just another would-be lover

who tasted death on her tongue

the blood in her tears

and ran?

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© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Ode to a Black Eye-Introducing Christine Ray

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Ode to a Black Eye by Christine Ray

 

I can’t remember now

If it was your left eye or your right

Just how puffy it was

Almost swollen shut

Black and purple

Against your pale skin

The white of your eye

Hemorrhaged

From the force of the blow

 

I don’t remember

If we asked what

Had happened

Or if we just knew

I do remember

Being in Mrs. Merten’s

English class

People whispering

Into each other’s ears

Wondering what you had done

To deserve this black eye

Had you pushed John-John

To the limit?

Flirted with another guy?

Had you been mouthy?

They wondered

A bitch?

 

You could be mouthy

You could be a bitch

In the way that only a teenage

Girl can be

I hit you once myself

At a middle school dance

After you said something

Cruel and hurtful to me

Pushing a button

That only an old friend

A good friend

Knows exists

You laughed at me then

I remember wishing I had

Slapped you harder

 

I watched the swelling

Gradually recede

The colors fade to yellow

And green

Unsettled day after day

Sitting in the back of the room

That black eye

Has haunted me for years

My silence has haunted

Me for years

I should have told you

That no woman

Ever deserves that

I should have told you

To dump his sorry ass

That he didn’t deserve you

But I didn’t

 

It wasn’t until

I left our small

Blue collar, provincial

Massachusetts hometown

And went to college

That I learned to call

This exactly what this was

Domestic Violence

 

Christine Ray is a writer, artist and musician and fully embraces her creative ADHD.  She also has a day job in research administration at a major university. Christine started writing fiction and poetry as a preteen and was editor of her high school newspaper and yearbook.  Writing took a back seat to life for many years until the events going on in the world around her motivated her to start writing essays at the intersection of popular culture, politics, world events and her personal experience. In October of 2016, requests for her essay What Every Woman Knows inspired her to start her blog Brave and Reckless.  She hasn’t stopped writing since.  Christine is also a member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.