Brutalized Harmony

Agonized moan
crawling forward
digging fingers to dirt
pull self along
left to burn
left to bleed
indomitable will…..
I will not die.
Hands
so many hands
tearing
ripping clothes
pulling hair
closed fist to the face
I do not 
I did not
I should never have been brutalized.
Taken to a party
fed booze
pills
drugs
good time girl
rumor had it
not my truth
yet you did believe it.
Face blushed
covered in scarlet hue
eyes burn
pain
rage…..
must find help
must find it now
I shall not die
I will come for you
you may want to hide.
©April 3/20
Picture via Pinterest

Choices

This is a continuation of River Styx, Desert Red, Waste/Safe Land, Harlequin and My Knight.
We travelled
mostly in silence
chirps of birds
chittering of squirrels
sometimes the only sound I heard.
I sensed
felt
knew
that somehow I disappointed
this gentle giant.
I did not know how
nor what I could do
to rectify my mistakes.
We avoided cities
towns
any sign of civilization
until the abuse done to me
physical abuse
had healed.
The scars on my mind
woke me
screaming in the night
from nightmares
where Harlequin still ruled.
He began to train me.
Sword.
Knife.
Skulking.
Shadow hopping.
Every conceiveable way
I could now
protect myself from harm.
I woke one morning
to find him gone
disappeared
into the mists of my past.
I walked alone
ruing my mentor‘s departure
for I still did not know……
where I was?
who I was?
what journey
what choices must I make?
Sept. 18/18
Photo by Anders Nord on Unsplash