Emmie Untitled Poem #5

Freezing
white
all around
flesh
blue tinged
standing still
punishment
black hair
blowing
northern wind
tears
crystal
leaving lids
burning cheeks
barely…..
Awaken 
tell me true
what is it 
that happened to you.
No.
This is your therapy.
This is so you will get well.
Emmellia do you not want to be well?
What is well to you?
I am fine.
I live here in a beautiful home.
I have friends.
I like living here.
You promised I would never have to leave.
Child peering
can you see
fear radiating
vibrating
wild animal
caught
cornered
which way out
deep breath
in
out
the woman returns.
Now Emmie…..
Emmellia…..
You know that you are unable to leave.
If you do it is to the big house for you.
The Electric Chair.
Voice muted.
Head falls forward.
Muttering.
Lean back.
Scribble notes.
Watching from corner of eye.
Almost see…..
sense…..
the change in her
a decision made
smile
licks at her lips
not seen before.
Are you ready?
For the start?
It is not pretty.
It is not for the faint of heart.
Eyes fixed
dancing fire
wood crackle
perfect setting
for the nightmare about to be told.
©Jan. 10/21
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Monsters in Sight

Takes
one word
one explanation
heard in background
flash
sudden realization
actions
submerged under water
forgotten?
cringe worthy
shy away
why now
what memories
creep
invading
no matter
voices screaming
no
in head
turn away
shield eyes
heart
never learn the truth
easier to stay blind
it hurts less
it means less
when nothing is searched for.
Child scared
scarred
looking to hurt self
any way one can
to forget the pain
to forget
that no one loved her enough
that no one cared enough
to protect her from the monsters
hiding beneath her bed.
©Jan. 1/21
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