Anneka-Rose Galletly
I shake my head no
In darkness, consent loses its glow
He pushes himself inside me
So I just wait, I just lie there
And although the experience unpleasant
I chalk my trauma down to irrelevant
At least he never hit me
Yeah, at least he never hit me
We got into an argument
He held my face towards him and screamed
And if madness moves with the tides, I’ve witnessed its full moon streak
He hit the window, hit the wall, raised a fist but I flinched and he released
He never hits me
At least he never hits me
He talks in round about riddles
Ones that can never be solved
I’m always stuck in the middle
Everything is always my fault
He’s turned everyone against me
But greets me with open arms
Because the only one who loves me
Is my ticking time bomb with arms
But he’d never hit me
He’s never once hit me
If I were to choose over again
A naive notion, yes I know
But I think I’d stray from the bitter fray of passion, and keep to my own, I wouldn’t have to say “he never hit me”
As a comparison of a trauma less violent than his
If I can remain she forever without a he
I’d be just fine with this
Because at least he’d never hit me
At least he’d always miss
Anneka-Rose is a Gold Coast based writer that majors in poetry, using the written word as an outlet for her emotions. She delves into the depths of tragedy to emerge with a collection of scattered thoughts neatly compiled into poetic form.