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Silent Treatment
You said you loved me
As you chop ribbons off my fragile flesh with your shiny silver claws
Shards of glass held up profound into my brain
Everlastingly terrifying me
Gradually draining me dry
“That never really happened sweetheart, you are just making it up!”
“Oh, you were a child back then…. don’t sew scattered memories together”
“Shhhh…he is your uncle, we can’t out him like that”
Noises, voices, opinions, suggestions…all in vain
I learned to gulp in my silence
Hear me out!
The silent treatment truly screws you up
O how I wished that I could have killed you
Deepen my claws on your neck snatching away your juggler
What a sight that must have been right?
Do you remember what you use to tell me?
Darling don't be afraid, it’s just a little game
Where uncle plays the fisherman and you are his bait
Running fingers through my innocence
You dragged me by my arms
The world was yours to take
As you conquered me selfishly, inch by inch
Yes! I will say it out loud again
The silent treatment truly screws you up
Now I freeze at each adjustment in tone
I am scared of being alone
I lie to myself over and over again
I write myself death notes only to not work upon them
I cry!
I cry because I couldn't fight
I couldn't let it go
I couldn't run away
I will say it out loud again! The silent treatment…
Oh, you are here…. you have been here all along, isn’t it?
So dearest uncle, how shall we be treating you?
Cut your arms, blade your nose is what I initially planned to do
But that would end the fun soon, right?
How about we play a little game like we use to?
Where I become the exterminator and you become my muse
Rush around the room with blinded eyes as I chase you
Bleeding furiously like I did
Telling me to let go like I did
Crying to stop like I did
But nothing I would do is a rectification of what's done to me
You bastard would still fetish abuse
Tell you what!
I would let you witness the madness you created
Caressing you with the same hand that you once choked
Holding your wretched brain, hostage
And then you…yes, the hellish you! would be better off alone!
As you chop ribbons off my fragile flesh with your shiny silver claws
Shards of glass held up profound into my brain
Everlastingly terrifying me
Gradually draining me dry
“That never really happened sweetheart, you are just making it up!”
“Oh, you were a child back then…. don’t sew scattered memories together”
“Shhhh…he is your uncle, we can’t out him like that”
Noises, voices, opinions, suggestions…all in vain
I learned to gulp in my silence
Hear me out!
The silent treatment truly screws you up
O how I wished that I could have killed you
Deepen my claws on your neck snatching away your juggler
What a sight that must have been right?
Do you remember what you use to tell me?
Darling don't be afraid, it’s just a little game
Where uncle plays the fisherman and you are his bait
Running fingers through my innocence
You dragged me by my arms
The world was yours to take
As you conquered me selfishly, inch by inch
Yes! I will say it out loud again
The silent treatment truly screws you up
Now I freeze at each adjustment in tone
I am scared of being alone
I lie to myself over and over again
I write myself death notes only to not work upon them
I cry!
I cry because I couldn't fight
I couldn't let it go
I couldn't run away
I will say it out loud again! The silent treatment…
Oh, you are here…. you have been here all along, isn’t it?
So dearest uncle, how shall we be treating you?
Cut your arms, blade your nose is what I initially planned to do
But that would end the fun soon, right?
How about we play a little game like we use to?
Where I become the exterminator and you become my muse
Rush around the room with blinded eyes as I chase you
Bleeding furiously like I did
Telling me to let go like I did
Crying to stop like I did
But nothing I would do is a rectification of what's done to me
You bastard would still fetish abuse
Tell you what!
I would let you witness the madness you created
Caressing you with the same hand that you once choked
Holding your wretched brain, hostage
And then you…yes, the hellish you! would be better off alone!
Published 27th Jan 2019
Author's Note
I have known people of both genders dealing with the trauma of sexual abuse in their childhood.
This spoken word poetry is an amalgamation of the victims' views on how they would want to treat their abusers.
This spoken word poetry is an amalgamation of the victims' views on how they would want to treat their abusers.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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- Edited 22nd Feb 2020 11:45am
27th Jan 2019 4:01pm
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27th Jan 2019 4:23pm
Thank you for your feedback. I absolutely agree. At times, the abuser is a family member and the child is too afraid to speak out against them. Its so sad to even imagine.
27th Jan 2019 4:10pm
A well worth reading disclosure of victims' fantasizing revenge against their abusers! Welcome to DUP.
27th Jan 2019 4:23pm
27th Jan 2019 4:57pm
Really emotionally revealing and heartfelt. I'm really sorry you had to go through something like that. Your poem is extremely expressive and powerful. The video helped to add to its effectiveness... Nicely done. You are a strong person for sharing this. Oh, and by the way, welcome to DUP!
27th Jan 2019 9:14pm
29th Jan 2019 1:01pm
It's funny how people who suffered these abuses are shut-ed up because of the drama and embarrassment some might want to avoid, it's not fair, it takes a lot to speak up and when you finally do nobody wants to hear it.
poems like these needs to get out often
the world needs to be woke.
poems like these needs to get out often
the world needs to be woke.
25th Sep 2019 12:07pm
Well shared and appreciated. A voice of help and awareness for those that cant fight back or live in the fear of fighting back... I remember those uncles... today none can look me in the eye. The one thing they all have in common, while fixated on their plots and prey is, they forgot that I was one day going to grow up..... Thank you for your voice..
27th Jul 2020 6:51am
