Your smell is still on the tip of my nose I can see it I can feel it. And your screams still run from ear to ear Like when I was a child and mommy never came home. In the night I see my blackened legs and arms And you sitting on the ceiling Taking my breath from above me Holding me down with the force of a million fists Your fists. But now I always wake up Instead of being trapped in the night for eternity And I find myself so relieved to hear that You have been gone for more than a year But it feels like yesterday you got sent away when I was crying in the corner you sent me to Praying to God Who I never believed in before but then you were finally taken away And now I thank God every single day.
But I can thank you Because if I had never met you I would still be in that same corner With a gun to my head Letter on the bed Shaking like a wet dog And wishing I was dead.
A poem I wrote about past experience dealing with physical, ****** and mental abuse