Childhood Horrors

April 28, 2011
By Phina ELITE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
Phina ELITE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
103 articles 18 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Some of the best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart." Helen Keller


Moving
Slowly unscathed,
Bleeding at heart…
Swollen lips,
Steely gaze.
Cold hard horror.
Why will no one come
When I scream?
My ears bleed with every sound he makes.
His bony hands grip me like talons.
He won’t let me go.
He won’t let me go.
I say his name
Once…
Twice…
Thrice…
Is that even a word?
I don’t care.
I’m just pleading,
Let me go.
Home…
Heaven…
Hell…
Anywhere…
I don’t care.
I scream that wretched word.
Praying I be free.
And then, he lets me go.
No longer cares to control his slave.
Tears stream to my eyes.
Tiny rivers of hope coursing through the pain.
Can I go?
I don’t know.
He doesn’t try to stop me.
He always gets his way.
S***, he calls me
You’ll be back, so he says.
Free for a minute.
Not real freedom.
I’m haunted – memories.
Thousands of rape.



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