Your voice, At times is raspy and throaty, like a smoker’s. Other times it’s soft and mellow.
Your voice brings shivers down my bruised spin.
Yesterday , I tossed and turned. Stared at the window . Trying to get comfortable. Fluffed my pillow, hoping you would not come home!!
Crawling beneath the covers awaiting an unwanted visitor.
Your voice terrifies me, my fear is slowly curdling into loathing.
Whatever we were to each other, we still are: Husband and Wife.
Sad to say that I can’t remember how I lived
Before I met you.
Yet, my body keeps the score. The bright purple bruises snaked across my neck keep the score!
And the only words I can muster are “Please stop Jabulani”.
Will today be the day I give my last breath.