Emmie Untitled Poem #2

Nightmares
drug fueled
little space
curled
fetal position
tears
pillow soaked
jerk awake
own screams reverberating
off the walls.
Spacy
glazed eyes gaze
see above
arms tied
ankles bound
above
stood the man
crooning
loving words
bile
rising
sees
drop of semen
hears
‘that’s right babygirl lap it up’
rattled roar
foolish man
thought he could control.
Through rage
through need
bounds ripped
teeth sink
fist lands
jaw locked
she will not let go
warned she did of this
no one would listen
she had to protect her….
Found
lead away
catatonic in her gaze
no one will know
none shall tell
one more man
fell to lust
to mischief
one more man
who thought
he could own her.
©Dec. 29/20
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Emmie Untitled Poem #1

Don’t like him.
Voice
childlike
tired
resigned
hint of the woman she is
the woman she hides behind
hiding the small girl within
barricaded behind steel bars
no one allowed to get close
no one able to find the truth
held close to breast
eyes
bleak
terror filled
twisting hair between fingers
slumped down
fixated beyond this meeting.
Who don’t you like Emmie?
Emmellia
I have told you 
time and again
my name is not Emmie
it is and always has been
Emmellia.
Once you went by Emmie.
No more.
Who is it that you do not like Emmellia?
You know who.
And if he persists I will kill him.
Threats are serious Emmellia.
You cannot go around threatening the male staff.
They should learn to keep hands to themselves than.
More fantasies?
Truth.

Screams.
Raw.
Anguished.
Crawled along dark corridor
ringing off empty cells
abused
battered
cling to wall
cling to bear
cling to wildness
get close no one can.
Vacant.
Mouth open.
Soundless pain.
Beside body
orange crew cut
painted scarlet
fear
forever stains his face
so much blood
it is hard to tell
where his ends
and hers begins.
©Dec. 28/20
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