Behind the couch, I lay with my eyes pressed between the space that the cushion left before the carpet; I gaze into a one inch high movie screen, wondering if I lived with a different family, if this would be a blocked, rated R film.
I pound the carpet in anger; watching mom struggle to squiggle just her fingers- from the handcuffs his thumb and middle finger had forced her into; arms locked high on the wall; help is out of her reach.
I whisper sympathies to the rug fibers, unheard by the woman that was meant to hear them; because that’s how it always is. And I shed tears onto hell’s hate, because there can’t be any place worse than here.
And after his other hand dropped his pants past his feet, after her clothes were scratched off with half-buttons still intact, bloody murder screams pierce my ears for life; a sound I won’t forget after countless Halloween movies, years later; a pain and hurt I will disconnect myself from other boys because of.
He clenches the Bourbon tighter, with more power and care than he has ever held on to this family with.
His body is so close to mom’s; he silences her. He covers her blackblue bruises; but I know that she has other scars, still visible to me.
I wonder why he stays; why he tortures; why he pains;
if he hates our family
so fucking much,
why doesn't he just leave?
Author notes
prompt:
Dad,
[An open fist, instead of a closed one, can wave hello as well as goodbye. ]
- Juniper tree burning.
Truth Mixed with Fiction.
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wow... powerful, filled with emotions.. great work
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wow
amazingly written. well done. -
This is...disgusting. It's a terrible thing to imagine happening before your eyes- well done with getting that darkness painted.
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vent away!
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really nice poem
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ohhhh...first congrat on making me think of halloween..and second..amazing job with the prompt..well done
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Oh dear... that was powerful.
No idea about a title.
best of wishes.
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what a sad write
I pray this is only a prompt and not a real memory
best of luck in the contest
Sean
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WOW...what do you say after reading something as raw as this? If it is true, sorry could never be enough to appease the horror you must live with every day. If it's not true, someone, somewhere has probably lived it. You wrote it well.
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