Pretty Princess
Sweet Baby
you cooed
making me sick
I turned my head
unable to watch
detach
go away
deep inside
where shall I hide?
Forced to look into your eyes
head held in a vise grip
your evil leer
forever
etched by acid
deep in my mind.
One after another
they came
while I lay
near death
bled dry
fierce warrior
rising in my breast
she will not let me die.
Time heals
they assured me
pain will fade
the inside scars though
they are always there.
I beg to differ.
I watched you die.
One after the other.
You begged me to stop.
You begged with all your might.
Just like you
I was deaf.
Unlike you.....
I had the will for revenge.
©Feb. 4/23
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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Yikes! The warrior is back!
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It started one way and zipped with a hard left lol. 😊🤗 and thank you.
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Great piece! And that image—terrifying!
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Thank you. I wanted something that scared. I wanted to get the rage the pain to be felt.
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