“When he comes home with pregnant knuckles, dripping blood all over the floor, I feel like a volcano of a wife. I am waiting for the tectonic plates below me to pose perfectly. I am waiting for the last straw, the last black eye or missing tooth I see before I pack my suitcase and he shows me the fro…”— Lydia Havens, freezeraypoetry.comTagged: Emotional Abuse, Domestic Violence, Divorce, Break Up