1/6
there is no pulchritude in death
(i don't even know where i am)
that's why my coffin is lined with ugliness;
that's why i'm dwelling in the deep corners of the inferno
(you are lost and shall never be found)
the raccoons depart from this house
and they give warnings to the others;
shattering echos trigger valdivia,
welted fruits and dying floorboards
he gets off to obliteration
and that's why he puts
nukes in my cereal
and uses a machete to
slice dead cow for dinner
there's not much
to say about a monster
but know that
his destruction will
cause him to lose
a finger
a home
a family
and a mind
-
tw: ab*se
wow ok so this poem and my last one (sun, 2005) were the hardest things that i've ever written so far. i actually didn't know if i could even keep writing these two poems but i managed to do it. anyways, when i was a kid (i think it started at the age of 4), i was physically, mentally, and verbally abused by my biological father and it continued until 2007 (i think my memory is kind of fuzzy about this). i can count on one hand how many people i've told about this and i never tell people because i don't like being pitied or being known as "the girl who got hit by her dad." but i decided to say it because i want others who have faced abuse to know that they aren't alone and they're not weak and they're not "letting it happen." you're stronger than you know and you don't deserve pain or hatred. you're smart, you're beautiful, you're worthy, and you're important. i love you all and just know that you aren't alone.
