Dear Esther,
Please, I beg
Please save me,
Away from this insanity
Father was drunk again,
Today,
No longer in his sober state,
After a beer's intoxicated game
I came in softly,
Through the front door
After a nightmare at school,
I was already scarred and bruised
Fragments of glass,
From broken beer bottles,
Were scattered on the floor,
Prickling my tender feet
Should I really describe more?
Father was sprawled on the couch,
With his eyes shut
Making sure he would not wake up,
I tiptoed gingerly through the shards,
Making not a single sound
Just as I made it to the bottom of the stairs,
Towards my room
A familiar snicker,
Rang out from behind,
Giving me a scare,
"I see you're home."
All colour drained from my face,
As my heart palpitated wildly inside my ribcage,
And I braced myself for impending doom
A series of cold chills,
Ran down my spine
I was caught in a tongue-tied stutter,
And I knew I was in for the fright of the night
Anthea wasn't home;
So I was on my own,
Forced to face it alone
There was no escape.
There was no other way.
I had to bear the brunt,
Of his ferocious flames
I suffered the terror,
Of his menacing rage
And now,
After this horror,
I'm writing this bloody letter
Bandaged and covered in scars and bruises,
Bleeding profusely inside,
And scarlet red still drips onto this paper,
With tears rolling down in might
I wish you could read this,
But you never will...
Hopefully,
I'll be fine.
Quinn
YOU ARE READING
shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
