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