I own You…..Branded

This is the 2nd poem in what seems to be a three part poem.

Please note this deals with abuse and the imagery used here

 may possibly trigger memories and pain. Please read only if

comfortable.

***The series begins with the poem: Ugly Reality

Bitch

how dare you

defy me 

talk back to me

make me look stupid!

Get over here

in front of me right now

do not look in my eyes

who told you 

who is giving you these airs?

Crack

heavy handed slap

fall to the floor

 curled in a ball

tears streaking down her face.

Pain

unimagined by the masses

daily

body aches

bones break

reset

re-break

multiple concussions

black eyes

her medical records

a tale of agony

lacerations

belt marks

what did she do wrong?

People

they see without seeing

yet what aid can they offer?

Reach out a helping hand

abuse never ends

until he is gone……

jailed

dead

it matters not

it will be the only way to recover.

Death comes in many forms

wearing many faces

never to be evaded

never to turn its hand

except…..

when torture becomes too much.

Cradle her head

blood

life fleeing

tiny cry

remember

there is another

fight her way back.

Bitch you are my property.

You are mine.

I own you.

Never will you get away

I will always bring you back.

©Feb. 29/20

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