Fragments of the Heart

Beauty and the Belt

Fragments of the Heart

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F R A G M E N T - 18

Beauty and the Belt

She beats her son asleep.
She beats her son indeed.
It's the norm for this broken family.

Every scar on his back,
every time she would whack
would be worse than the first.

Her son would grow numb
every time she would come
with his father's black belt.

She was once so sweet,
such a beauty turned discreet.
A facade she wore since before.

She was so young and fun
until the set of sun
when her father would come from the mines.

He would come home drunk,
his belly in a lump,
and his bottles emptier than a rabbit's hole.

He would sleep all day,
not a minute did he lay
without a glass by his side.

She would try to wake him up,
but he would diminish her luck,
nothing but a belt lay to awake him.

She made a face of disgust
the second she held the rust,
and right then and there she remembered.

She remembered the time
he would come home at nine
just to whip her with his black belt.

With all the rage she had,
she hit him just as bad.
Finally, her father woke up.

And from that day
until this present day,
she did not touch her father.

Her fingertips were to touch
only his grave and her bruises such,
directing her anger towards her innocent son.