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Hush
My safety will be breached
And not for the first time
My mother pretends
To sleep in another room
I hear the key crunch
The front door opens
I jump with expected fright
My pulse thumps hard
Like the man coming near
I start to feel the sickness
I get waves of shaking
Darkness envelopes me
In the sharpest of edges
Door forced like legs apart
The main light stays off
I just hate being eight
It make me want to cry
Hush, shhhhhhhh!
Remember it’s just like
In the Cowboy movies
Suck out the poison
Then get flipped like a
Burger medium rare
For simulated penetration
The violence subtle
The fear palpable
The aroma is acute
Whiskey and cigarettes
Biting down on the towel
Seemed like a lifetime
This is a fuckin secret
Tears apparently pointless
Whimpering a requirement
Until the poison flows
Then my name, spoken,
Whispered, “David.”
Hushhhh!
Shhhhhh!
Published 7th Apr 2017
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7th Apr 2017 00:36am
Ahhh those pesky demons of childhood past, they still leave me in puddles on dirty floors. Much love and mad respect,
me
me
7th Apr 2017 3:06am
forgive and forget - I can do neither, sometimes life's a bitch :-) thank you my friend :-)
7th Apr 2017 2:53am
Christ I don't want to like this.
This is my Achilles heel right here. My red button. My reason for murder without thinking twice, and enjoying a 7 course meal after I've washed the blood off my hands.
This is a very open and honest write. No child should have to endure such horrific circumstance. Especially with a mother in the house..
But I digress....
Thank you for sharing, David.
This is my Achilles heel right here. My red button. My reason for murder without thinking twice, and enjoying a 7 course meal after I've washed the blood off my hands.
This is a very open and honest write. No child should have to endure such horrific circumstance. Especially with a mother in the house..
But I digress....
Thank you for sharing, David.
7th Apr 2017 3:05am
seems like we have murderous intent in common :-) hey I don't want to like it either, but sometimes you just gotta :-) thank you for your understanding :-)
7th Apr 2017 2:54am
7th Apr 2017 3:02am
Like the movie says "Sometimes they come back." I can always use back up - thank you :-)
7th Apr 2017 3:11am
7th Apr 2017 5:58am
Damn, man, that's some pretty intense prose. You don't hold back on what's worth saying, and you say it well
7th Apr 2017 5:08pm
thank you so much, personal writing can equate to power (sometimes) kinda depends on the reader pretty much :-)
7th Apr 2017 3:55pm
7th Apr 2017 5:10pm
yeah it's heavy - as heavy to read as is heavy to write - the experience is different but the result is usually the same :-) thank you for the thumbs up :-)
7th Apr 2017 7:20pm
"My mother pretends
To sleep in another room " ...
... an issue also for the feminist movement to resolve.
Take care,
Josh.
To sleep in another room " ...
... an issue also for the feminist movement to resolve.
Take care,
Josh.
This is something no child should have to endure... it raises my hackles... as a mother I was so protective, like a wild cat ... breaks my heart to see and hear these stories.. powerfully raw David, and as difficult to share as it may be, it sheds light on a very serious problem...
