I’ve been spending quite a bit of time ruminating over the recent attack that left Christy Mack nearly dead. To see a young woman, so completely beaten by a man makes me angry, resentful, and ashamed to be a part of the male demographic. Much more, Christy has received so much hate through social media from people saying she deserved this attack, because she was a porn star. It sickens me. No woman EVER “deserves” to be hit by a man.
I wrote a short piece last night, as I always do, when something is rolling over and over in my mind.
You promised her your love, and she gave to you her heart, When did that warrant you tearing her apart? The covenant of love, plagued by your violent slides, The beast that lies inside you, hid beneath your empty eyes; It brings upon a thrill, to posses the throws to kill; Broken, bleeding dying there, you sought more blood to spill. She found the will to live, she found the strength to run, Now she will rise again, like the burning sun
Beneath those empty eyes, a killer lies inside, now he tries in vain to win; a war machine wreathing sin.
Here is the story of what happened to Christy…
“I have no recollection of how many times I was hit, I just know my injuries that resulted from my beating,” Mack said. “My injuries include 18 broken bones around my eyes, my nose is broken in 2 places, I am missing teeth and several more are broken.”
Mack said she can’t chew or see out of her left eye. “My speech is slurred from my swelling and lack of teeth. I have a fractured rib and severely ruptured liver from a kick to my side,” Mack said.
Her leg was so badly injured that she can’t walk and she has “several lesions” from a knife Koppenhaver retrieved from her kitchen, she said.
Mack also said her ex “sawed much of my hair off with this dull knife.”
Mack continued, “He has beaten me many times before, but never this badly. He took my phone and canceled all of my plans for the following week to make sure no one would worry about my whereabouts. He told me he was going to rape me, but was disappointed in himself when he could not get hard.”
Mack then explained how she escaped:
After another hit or two, he left me on the floor bleeding and shaking, holding my side from the pain of a broken rib. He left the room and went to the kitchen where I could hear him ruffling through my drawers. Assuming he was finding a sharper, more stable knife to end my life, I ran out my back door, shutting it behind me so the dogs didn’t run inside to tip him off. I hopped the fence to the golf course behind my house and ran to a neighboring house. Naked and afraid he would catch me, I kept running through the neighborhood knocking on doors. Finally, one answered and I was brought to the hospital and treated for my injuries.