Imprisoned Assassin

A darkness
an illness
resides
deep inside
(little girl
robbed
innocence
lip curled in disdain)
creeping
peeking
from eyes
vacant 
drugged
fear for self
were I to break free.
Rocking in the corner
tears
shed
false
come a little closer
one more inch.
I shall snap
teeth missing
jump back.
Sly smile
rocks these lips
curtained hair
I am a mystery
I am a delight
I am a little secret
a graven tonic.
(Giggles
piercing 
shrill
crescendo
little girl 
jagged will)
One time 
too many
warned I did
words
fists
screams
heeded not 
knowing better
thought you were bigger
thought you were stronger.
Strength is nothing
brought to knees
feral
blood founts 
bathing me
swirling
watching
life slowly fade.
(little girl
happy at last
justice done
jailed no more
freedom fast)
 
©Sept. 29/20
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Happy Father’s Day

***I wrote this poem 2 years ago when I finally came to terms with what had happened to me. Be aware that this can be a trigger poem.***

All around the world
from east to west
children celebrate their fathers
while I wish you dead.
Wait…..
you already are….
dead that is
although you haunt my nights
you haunt my memories
terrorizing me still.
Creeping and scurrying
hoping that none see
you stole my childhood
when all trusted you
to keep me sheltered.
I seriously cannot account
for the hatred that I feel
I would rather stab you in the heart
than acknowledge you as my procreator.
Did you think that I would fear
the gates of hell?
Did you think that I would not dance with the devil
if only to watch you burn?
It turns out
that I am capable of murder
for all the troubles you did cause
I have been promised
that when I arrive in Hell
I will be your tormentor
as you have been mine.
©June 17/18
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