Trigger warning: physical and sexual abuse
Hush be quiet,
the consequence of words is dire,
I bite my hand and try to muffle my sobs,
try to push out the sound of my mother's shouts!
Each strike of the whip echoes in my ear,
each scream of pain makes me shudder,
I bite harder and curl even more,
it disturbs my bloodied leg with searing pain I cannot swallow,
my shout echoes with my mother's sudden howl,
the sound of a slap and silence follows,
the whip has stopped but I hear something I don't know,
squelchy sounds fill the silence and I hear the table rattling, hitting the wall's hollow!
I hear my mother's whimpers, I feel the fear grow,
and it becomes silent again, as a loud thud echoes.
I hold my breath, dare not make a sound,
I don't know if he heard me then and is coming up now
the front door slams and my breath comes forcefully out,
I collapse in relief against the wall!
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Mosaic | S.Snape
Poetry|| Poem collection || "Every bit of him is poetry, a mosaic of love, duty, morality and tragedy" Started On: 15th May 2023 Completed On:
