Taken Back

This is the 3rd poem continuing from Ugly Reality and I own You….Branded. Please note this deals with abuse and the imagery used here may possibly trigger memories and pain. Please read only if comfortable.

Sitting

lank hair falling forward

screened face

hiding

all looking at me

all searching

seeking

answers.

Hands

limp between thighs

cuffed together

where do they think I will go?

What do they think I will do?

Blood

slow

spreads not like water

thicker

steady movement

a splash of paint

drying on pale walls.

Voices

come hard

fade away

lost in the past

in spells of memory.

You were not this way

you were not so cold

those first days of love.

You held my hand

wove tales of futures unknown

pulled me in

pulled me close

sucked me in

then the abuse began.

Pinches causing bruises

punches placed

hidden from sight

scratches

you even raped me.

Not once

not twice

over and over again

mind

body

soul.

It became too much.

I could no longer contain

rage

simmering

burning

beneath the surface

out of reach.

I provoked it.

I pushed.

I pulled.

I knew how to do it.

I found my pride 

I found my worth

you bloody bastard

I return your curse.

I warned you.

This was the last time you would touch me.

You laughed

face contorted in rage

reaching one last time.

My face swells

blood dried on my clothes

torn

rended clean

pitying glances

I no longer care

for finally

you are gone.

Sometimes the Angel of Death only plays.

Sometimes the Angel of Death arrives

Upon Pale Horse 

decreed it has been said

to take home the unblessed.

©March 1/20

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