Possessive Wretchedness

This poem will be a trigger for certain people.
Mom if you see this before I warn you not to read……do not read……I am working something out.
This is about abuse. 
This is a memory I am unsure of. However I keep coming back to it. As I said above to mom…..I am working on something. 
Came to me
middle of the night
took from me
sense of self
sense of me
before him
you did rape me.
Driving home
broken heart
death would be preferable
could not do
to mother true.
Loved me she did
she does 
knowledge found
so much later
wish not to share
warned her
can only hope
these words
she reads not
but I need to bleed.
Coming home
three in front
red light
single girls
blaring music
his smile
my disgust.
Years later
so many years
I know not what to make
gnaws at me
this memory does
delve not deep
want to ignore
yet still…..
every time it does arise
tamp down I do
therapy taught me one thing
dig not
truth will come
hoping still
a nightmare undone.
©May 16/20
Picture found on Pinterest

Waltz Macabre

Deranged smile
Drool covered lips
Games played
Without remorse
Without guilt
Kept chained
A body broken
A mind discarded
This is not love
This is not life
You have destroyed me
Draining life source
Fingers slick
Wrap around throat
Blank eyes
Pleading for death
No one cares
Soft crooning
Swaying side to side
Dancing in death
With death
Only way…..
For me…..
To be…..
©May 16/20
Picture is mine
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