One Last Time (Writing Prompt)

She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands

“One last time,” she whispered to herself.

One. Last. Time

Before the banging came on the door and startled her. This has been going on for 10 years. 10 years too many. She wanted out, She needed out. By any means necessary.

“Get out here,” his angry voice projected through the door.

She jumped again at the sound out it.

“Just a minute,” she yelled while taking one last look at her bruise covered body in the mirror and adjusting the object in her mouth.

Opening the door, she was greeted by the slap she felt time and time again. So used to it, she was now numb to the feeling.

“What took you so long,” he grabbed her, “you think you leaving me?”

With her head down she whispered she was just getting fresh for him. Walking over to the bed, she felt his eyes on her so she put an extra sway in her hips before lowering to her knees and waiting for him. He had conditioned her to be his submissive.

Standing over her, she felt him pat her head as if she was a trained dog before laying on the bed and saying, “good girl, you may please me now.”

This time she would be the one pleased in the end.

Climbing on top of him, she began kissing him slowly while rubbing him just the way he liked. When she saw his eyes close she knew it was time to make her move.

Leaning in to place a final kiss on his neck, she slid the blade between her teeth and swiped as hard as she could tasting the blood in the process.

His eyes shot open as he clutched his throat attempting to stop the blood. She began laughing hysterically as she sliced his body over and over with the blade now in her hand. His body and hers were drenched in blood, but with no movement coming from him she knew she was free.

Free from the beatings and mental abuse.

Closing her eyes she felt at peace. Peace that ended at the banging of a hand on the door.

Opening her eyes she was back at the sink clutching it to steady her hands.

One. Last. Time

Send Help

Artist Unknown

I still remember the day you walked out the door

After all this time it still haunts me

Bags packed in your right hand while turning your back to me

Telling me I have no choice but to set you free

Tears on the brim of my eyes refusing to fall

We might’ve both messed up, but I gave you my all

How is it you’re the one that gets to walk away

Leaving me to be surrounded by all the memories overshadowed by the present

Positive thoughts clouded with negative

Consuming every inch of my body

Weighing it down like a sedative

Until I no longer want to live

Convincing myself I have nothing left to give

So the scenarios of what if plays in my mind like the perfect illusion

Sending me in a constant state of confusion

Not understanding that sunshine awaits the breaking of a new day

Only seeing the pill bottle on the table that can end it all

A victim of my thoughts I become

Feeling pill after pill slide down my throat until the bottle is empty

Satisfaction takes over with a smile knowing soon nothing will be felt

Then the phone rings and I hear your frantic voice

Before darkness takes over I whisper

Send help….

Revenge Of A Broken Heart

Obtained from Pinterest. Artist Unknown

You made me feel as though I was the only woman in the world for you

As long as you had me, that was enough

See the world through a haze of smoke and mirrors

Content with life because all I needed was to be near you

But all too soon the smoke cleared and the tears fell down my eyes

As I watched my poetic justice turn to American Horror Story

Sinking me deeper into my grave with other heartbroken friends turned foes

Embracing the death of this life to be reborn with the strength of Madame Laveau

My ancestors have welcomed me and helped me heal

Now you must pay for the lies and bad hands you constantly deal

Feel the pain of the hearts you ripped out and smothered

After I enact my revenge you will never hurt another

The World Shall Know My Name

After being up painting (I’m a beginner but I’m loving it), I felt like writing. Naturally I had to pair it with what I created.

I just want the world to know my name like Basquiat or Kara Walker

Minus the graffiti and silhouettes

Stun the world with abstract visions until they think I’ve done my best

Then tell em I ain’t done yet

Putting my paint brush down for a pen

Creating message after message

Planting seeds to help my people win

Because you see,

One day on common ground we must all meet

It’s enough out here for everyone to eat

We not the crabs in the bucket

We’re the Kings and Queens

With the heart of the lion and lioness

Broken free from the chains

Destined for greatness

Like the ancestors that left writings on the walls

Our actions will do the same for those next in line

And after I’m gone and my many greats say my name

It’ll be followed by words such as this:

My many many Great-Grandmother was an artist. She created abstract visions that stunned the world like Basquiat and Kara Walker. Minus the graffiti and silhouettes of course. When she wasn’t painting she was writing. Some would describe her as woke and others would say passionate. A conversation with her was always full revolutionary topics and funny jokes, but at the end of the day she was for her people and the people are for her. So when I say her name, I say it pride. Be a use of her, I come from greatness and now the world knows her name.

Passionate Exchange

Artist Unknown

You’ll forever have a piece of me

A passionate exchange during the heat of the moment

When two bodies became one

Through of whirlwind of pleasure

Brought forth from a night of flirtation

Sparked by my infatuation of you

Since the first time I laid eyes on the

Smooth dark skin brother in the blue suit and brown shoes

That would probably look tacky on someone else, But on you it fits

Just like in this moment with me you fit

Oh so perfectly

And now I don’t want this moment to end

So we continue over and over again until our bodies succumb to a blissful hibernation

Needed for rejuvenation and courage to face each other in the middle of the day when we wake to wonder what happens next…

I’ve Changed

Artist Unknown

She said I changed

Once I became “woke” our friendship hasn’t been the same

She’s right

I have changed

The person I was ten years ago is no longer me

That is not the person I am meant to be

Like the caterpillar I had to evolve

Needing to break out of my cocoon and spread my wings

Soaring high

Through pillows of clouds in search of blue skies

Opening up visions of a new reality of raising

Little black boys and girls in a world that’s taught to fear them or use them for some agenda

Fighting to teach them that although they were raised in the trap they can buy the hood back

Replacing the liquor stores and one to many churches

With necessary youth centers and healthcare services

Going back to the days of the Black Panthers model of security and community involvement

Before the blueprint was stolen and they became a target

My families blood run deep through the roots of the struggle

And as a descent of them I must continue on the path of what they fought so hard for

They made me who I am and I will never be ashamed

So if that means somewhere in life I’ve changed and we will never be the same

Be thankful for the season the universe has blessed us with and pray that one day

Our paths may meet again

Morning Slumber

Artist Unknown

As the seconds turn to minutes and then hours

I’m lost without you

So use to the comfort of your body next to mine and

Feeling the stark contrast of your hot to my cold touch

I lay here awaiting the moment when I finally hear the car door slam, the alert of you walking through the front door, and your footsteps up the stairs

Then I wait longer as the shower runs and I hear you hum to keep yourself awake

Before finally sliding under the covers and pulling me into your embrace

Turning I wrap my arms around you as your head finds the perfect pillows and nestles comfortably on my chest

Now suddenly my body feels the relaxing of its limbers that eluded it all night and my eyes become heavy

Slowly closing in a tranquil state as I no longer feel the need to be awake

The cure for my insomnia is now next to me and as the world stirs

We take a satisfying deep breath and begin a much needed slumber

Together

The Beautiful Song Bird

Inspiration: Lauryn Hill

Plenty of times I heard her voice,

But this time there was something different

As she sat in the movie theater seats

Singing to the screen about a love strumming her pain

I felt many feelings that can’t be described

That voice of hers

Starting low and unique like only she could

Capturing the hearts of many as she built up

our anticipation of the journey those short minutes would take us on

By the final note we knew there was no one else like her

A talented song bird with a pure aura meant to spread a message to many

All too soon she was gone

Away from the spotlight she found solace

Able to be herself without the world watching her every move

Allowed to evolve in her own way without criticism

Now when she graces the stage she does so at her own will and in her own way

A way that I have yet to see in person

A presence I’d love to just have one moment in time to be blessed with

Until then I push the button and let the familiar notes of the song play

Before hearing that voice of hers slowly sing,

Strumming my pain with his fingers….

His Words

Artist Unknown

For the first time in a long time

His words melted my heart

He picked up a pen

Filled the paper with ink

And created an opera of emotions

Emotions I felt once my eyes made contact

With his words

That came out so eloquently they stopped my actions

Everything faded in the background

As I am transported to the image

Received from his writing

From son to mother

Silent actions transmitted into love

For a son from a mother and for a mother from a son

Only my to be understood when one is now gone

Physically, but not spiritually

Now she smiles with pride as I read this letter of understanding

Composed by the spitting image of her

In loving memory of her

He writes his clarity and again my heart melts

As I read his words

Twin Flame

Artist Unknown

Reaching the highest frequency

One become two

At different points

Separate , but equal

Attraction

Drawing together magnetically

Mirroring ones reflection

You ignite me

Caught up in a blaze of recognition

We connect

Mind, body, and soul

Blended in a sensual haze

Intertwining with one another

Becoming familiarized

Touching, tasting, pleasing, releasing

Pent up energy stored for this moment

When two become one

In a burning twin flame