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

Emmie/Emmellia Untitled Poem #9

Do you remember?
Caressing face
hair
running hands 
over slender body
nary a hint of gender
words mumbled 
reassurances in grave voice
pain 
over and over
even as I screamed
you took your pleasure
regardless
that I was a child!
Black 
never ending
varying shades
can you see your hand 
can you see my face
can you hear my voice
it shall haunt you
until I am done
even then
not sure 
pain will end there.
You broke me.
You used me.
You sold me.
Told me I was a princess.
Told me I was a good little girl.
You told me lies
when all I wanted was your love
not this…..
fear
rage
unending need
carried with me through time
do you think
with your death 
that shall cure me?
Each cut
placed
razor thin
maximize your pain
while minimizing 
chance you will die 
upon this table
before my revenge is done.
I bled before you
as men paraded
in 
out 
pink confectionary
canopy bed
beneath which
acts
perpetrated
haunting to this day.
Bye bye Daddy o’ mine
broke my heart
broke my head
and now
you are going to bleed
slowly to death.
 
©Jan. 19/21
Picture is my own