The wine cast is empty, the vodka is toppled
Lying in your sick, the scent is thick
Bile and wine
Mother of mine, you’re not fine
These lies and long nights
Violence and ambulance lights
This is not alright
You’re struggling with life’s fight
Bottle to your lips
Drugs to your assist
A demon in your mind
A panging in your soul
Substances are your only console
Hatred dances in your eyes
A fire only fuelled by my cries
Your grip is tight, and your fists are fast
Kicks are strong, everything is wrong
Blood in this broken home
Bleeding and alone
Bruised by your fist
I did not ask for this
Only pain is what you inflict
Caught in this abusive conflict
I need my mother to love and care
For your soul to repair
A life without fear
I wish for this every passing year
Editor’s note: If this poem raises distress, or causes any issues for you, there’s counselling available for all UniSA students. You can book an appointment here.
If you are experiencing domestic abuse of any kind, contact Lifeline on their 24/7 phone service hotline 13 11 14.
Words by Raven Seniw
This piece was originally published in Edition 29.
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