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black and blue (ode to my first husband’s fists)

it was the day after
a SWAT team extricated him from my house

i sat clutching a stranger’s hand for false comfort
an advocate from the women’s center

we chose seats in the middle of the crowded courtroom
i couldn’t bear to be close
when they brought him in shackled

the bailiff ushered him in
handcuffed and with leg irons
wearing a boone county jail uniform
it was black and blue striped

the same black and blue
as my eyes nose mouth and
swollen forehead

upon the judge mentioning the names involved in the case
the mad look on his face gave way to an absent evil rage
more helter skelter than manson was ever capable of

he looked at me with the eyes of drooling predator
envisioning the way the blood of my throat will gush onto his tongue
i saw him fantasizing about biting my nose off to spite my face breathing rapidly building his fury
as if he were about to enter a death match

the weighted chains were not enough
to stop him from breaking loose from the two guards who were holding him

the screaming began
you lying bitch
fucking cunt whore
i’ll fucking kill you
i’ll fucking kill you
before you ever leave me
fucking bitch
as he lunged over the divider
separating the courtroom

the sheriff sitting in the front row got to him first but was soon knocked off his feet by the bull

the two bailiffs then grabbed him
dragging him kicking and thrashing
through the inmate door

i then had to proceed to tell a room full of one hundred horrified and morbidly entertained onlookers about what he had done to me

i wept
nauseated from the concussion
explaining it was the result of my having asked for a peaceful separation for the sake of the children they weren’t taking well to his
bipolar parenting
and iron fist

he had thrown me down a flight of stairs
ran down after my tumbling body
when i crash landed
he picked me up by the throat
and bashed his forehead into mine
while explaining i would never leave him
i was thrown back to the hardwood floor
he sat on my chest
blowing cigarette smoke in my face
explaining in detail
how he would hunt me down no matter how far i ran and
kill me and everything i ever loved
he said he would kill me in front of the children so they would know what a bitch cunt whore their mother was

as he ran to grab a knife to slaughter me
ransacking the drawers
i ran back up the steps and grabbed my shoeless frightened children

keys and purse by the door
i ran outside
to the light
to the rest of my life
carrying my children out into the front yard

i began to yell for help as i dialed 911

he barricaded himself like the coward he is inside our broken home when he saw i had reached freedom

threats of killing anyone who walked through the door
promises to kill every cop on site

they devised a plan to trick him outside
asking me to call him
say i want to meet him in the diner on the corner so we could work things out

he fell for it

they took him down with a taser gun
at the corner of idlewild and route 18 carrying no wallet no keys just a four inch knife to gut me with

if only the boone county police had been willing to allow me to leave him with my children 25 domestic violence calls ago but they had refused
saying i couldn’t leave with my children
to just go sleep at my mothers
leave them there with him because they don’t get involved with custody

no fuck him fuck you uncaring law men
i wouldn’t leave my sons

i survived this monster

he only did nine days in jail

you see

in kentucky it is okay to nearly kill your wife

why heck, go on and do it, less paperwork for the police in the long run

being alive to tell this story to you

my fairy tale ending

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