BIOGRAPHICAL NIGHTMARE

For the many who have suffered severe abuse.  I don’t understand what abuse is like.  But I imagine it’s like having someone try to write your story before you even have a chance to live it.

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The torment
Of abuse
Never dies
A Biographical
Nightmare
Playing
Inside rib cages
Along scars
Around breaks
And
Disfigured lines
Clotted blood
Congealed forever
Inside wounds
Hiding
Only pretending
To heal
Burn marks
The bases
Where memories
Hit homeruns
Where bullies
Strike you out
And
Where the umpire
Has been
Bought and paid

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3 thoughts on “BIOGRAPHICAL NIGHTMARE

  1. The weird thing when you’re really little, is, you know in your heart that it’s wrong. But you also know that you need that person in order to survive: to feed and clothe you and put a roof over your head. So, you actually make a conscious choice to give up your will to that person. And pretty soon, you forgot you ever had any will of your own, or that you were ever a powerful, amazing being. True story. I’ll have to write about it.

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