“BLUE SWEATER
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Do you
hear that?
That's the sound of my heart beating...
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Do you
hear that? That's the sound of
your heart beating.
It was the
first day of October. I was wearing my
blue sweater, you know the one I bought at
Dillard’s? The one with a double knitted
hem and
holes in the
ends of the
sleeves that
I could poke my
thumbs through when it was cold but I didn't feel like wearing
gloves? It was the
same sweater you said made my
eyes look like reflections of the
stars on the
ocean.
You promised to love me
forever that night...
and
boydid
youever!It was the
first day of
December this time. I was wearing my
blue sweater, you know the one I bought at
Dillard’s? The one with a double knitted
hem and
holes in the
ends of the
sleeves that
I could poke my
thumbs through when it was cold but I didn't feel like wearing
gloves? It was the
same sweater you said made my
eyes look like reflections of the
stars on the
ocean.
I told you
I was three weeks
lateYou
said it was fate.
You promised to love me forever that night...
and
boydid
youever!It was the first day of May. I was wearing my
blue sweater, although
this time the double stitched
hem was
wornand the
strength of each thread
tested as they were pulled
tight against my
growing belly. You know the one. The same one
I bought at
Dillard’s? The one with
holes in the
ends of the
sleeves that I could poke my
thumbs through when it was cold but I didn't feel like wearing
gloves? It was the same sweater you said made my
eyes look like reflections of the
stars on the
ocean.
The
SAME sweater you
RIPPED off of my body as you
shoved me to the
floor,
calling me a
whore
,
telling me
you didn't
love me
anymore.
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Do you
hear that? That's the sound of my heart beating.
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Bom Bom...
Do you
hear that? That's the sound of
your heart
beating.
(There is a long silence as she clasps her hands to her stomach, tears streaming down her face)
Do you
hear that? Of course you don't. That's the silence
of my womb.
Because you
RIPPED
OFF
MY
SWEATER!”
―
Colleen Hoover,
Slammed