tight shut are my eyes

arms wrapped around my thighs

the dark feels unwelcome

as you prize my arms open.

like a rag doll you push

i feel sick at your touch

no point in a struggle

gets me into trouble

somewhere i go to

to escape you

did you hypnotise me then?

you said i'd never remember again .....

messed with my head

i hope you are dead

see what you have done

for having your fun

i'm tired right now

but no way no how

i'll lose and you'll win

cos you'll pay for your sin

in hell YOU'LL be raped

off the floor YOU'LL be scraped

that's YOUR fate

hope you BURN,first your face ......

ONE of your child victims

[xylia]

(((((((((((((((((((((((jinnyann))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Safe hugs if you want them.

[MINIME]

[multipixie9]

Jinnyann,

This poem went straight home inside of me; its very well done. I'd imagine you'd rather not be good at poetry telling of pain. How ironic to be good at detailing misery - In time, I believe you will be just as good detailing the wonderful details of new and better things.

May your gift lead you to happier places and open spaces of light and air! Hugs if you want them (((( J))))

Leslieann and the Pixies

thanks for all your replies

right now i'm back there .... in the dark, too much going on .... too many memories, bad .......

mother and him ..... rubbing my face in it, laughing, making me listen, making me watch ...... they make me sick .........

i wish i could switch off the screen in my head that replays and replays .......

me/her/whoever