Perception of Insanity

How can they judge me?
How can they say I am the problem?
I thought this was a safe world
a place where children could be innocent
where dreams where not crushed 
shredded beneath
trampling feet
stomp 
stomp
stomp
heart wrenched 
straight from chest
held high
a trophy
offered 
to gods of sin
of debauchery 
of pain
of violence
whilst 
shuddering I lay
dying 
upon Pan’s altar.
Noose 
slung high above
hauled
hoisted 
upon your petard
devil in disguise
laughter 
rings out
echoing bells
underlined
screams 
yours
not mine
as I dance
as I laugh…..
Welcome here 
take a seat
I have kept it warm
devil’s bride
demon’s ride
come
let’s start to play.
 
©Feb. 5/21
Picture via Pinterest

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
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