Mommy spoke to god today
He told her to wash all of my sins away
I put up a fight, but mommy won
I'm in the tub with my clothes still on
She shoved the shower head up to my face
This is a punishment for my disgrace
I swore out loud, I started to cry
Water poured into my eyes
I cannot see, I dare not to breathe
A few moments of torture and I hope I break free
Mommy has to wash my sins away
God told her so today
He said I was bad
Young children must obey
I don't even know what I did anyway
I cannot scream
I cannot cope
Mommy please stop you're making me choke
Ten years old
Nothing but cold
After a few moments she allowed me to go
The apologies followed
I felt oddly betrayed
"Do you not love me?" I wanted to say
Mommy is okay now
Thankfully Mommy calmed down
I don't understand
The force of her hands
God spoke to mommy today
The water washed my sins away
Am I a good girl now?
I'll try to behave
I'm just a child
Looking to you for guidance
I'm not feeling very confident about sharing this piece. It stems from an incident when I was a young girl living with my mother who has mental illness. However back then we didn't know that or understand. She was in one of her attacks, I was about ten years old and she threw me fully clothed into the bathtub. And held me there for about ten minutes with the shower pouring cold water all over me to try and "cleanse" me.
This piece doesn't really express the fear I felt, but I wanted to try write it from the innocent POV of a child.
I'm not fully comfortable writing about my past, but this is a start.