Hurt by Jazmen Bishop

Hurt

By Jazmen Bishop


Every choke got a little harder, his grip felt like he was a pro at this. 
So silly of me to think it would stop after the first I’m sorry.
His words are what made me stay, words that can now be called lies.
The hands loosened, and for a while there were smiles but behind the smiles 
were hurt pain and anguish. Soon the words tightened up and soon they hurt worse
than the sweaty hands on my throat. The tearstains turned into permanent bruises.
Bruises turned into bad memories and there is no erasing those the bad memories
turn into hateful filled holidays. Still I stayed, praying that things would get better.
And now what do the kids have to remember their once close-knit family?
Silence, silence kills all.






​About the author: Jazmen Who is 25, has been writing for  ten years now.  Her favorites are short stories and poetry.  All based on life experiences. She hopes that others can learn through her trials and tribulations. She hopes to have her short story collection out by 2017.  She currently resides with her children in Virginia and spends every free moment she can get writing and improving her gift. She also runs her own Facebook page called Jaz-Mania. Stop by sometimes she loves to make people laugh.