Emmie/Emmellia Untitled Poem #11

He groomed me.

He molded me.

He sold me.

Why do you continue to ask

over and over

same questions

different ways

same answers

every time

right down

to the infliction.

Why do you need to torment 

what I would rather forget?

Hidden deep

stirring depths

dragon raised

protected

nurtured

dark hatred

tips of fingers to tips of toes

starved silhouette

pirouettes

silent

through shadows

drives

rapid memories

into mind

turning perversion

mind frothing insanity

boiling

inside out

blood flowing

standing

watch

life

ebbing away.

You think

you feel

I should care more

feel more?

Your society believes 

no matter provocation

I should bow

I should be thankful

survived?

Have you stood

grown men

staring

pre-pubescent

budding nipples

do not sit

judgement

unless you too

have seen

have done 

the things forced upon me.

Defiance found

stand tall

protect at all cost

little girl

found

behind scarred door

locked with chains

keeping

at best

worst of the monsters

out.

©January 26/21

Picture is my own

Emmie Untitled Poem #10

Dirty room

thick

hangs smoke

table

covered

cards

chips

empty glasses

ashtrays

overflowing

men’s voice

harsh

laughter

words

sudden silence

all turn to see.

In corner

sat so quiet

eyes peering

seeing

ears hearing

knowing

resigned to fate

for always the same

each night

each day

dragged around

payment for debt due

always someone

who can use

a kid like her.

Final loss

knew it was coming

crooked finger

slowly walk over

head down

fearing

resigned to instructions

behind her

in limp hand

drags her teddy bear.

Off she walks

hand held

enveloped in large fist

returned

once payment is done.

©Jan. 20/21

Picture is my own