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Posted by Happyflower on May 2, 2008, at 23:15:39
Burning light bulbs cauterized my innocents
Evil laughter I hate Thomas Edison
Inventing instruments of torture
No my mom doesn't smoke she uses light bulbs
Back, loins, sometimes defending hands
Why did I pee the bed? I try to stay
Awake afraid I will, but I always fall asleep.
Dad to work, Mom in the morning feeling my sheets.
I know what will come, I can't hide, I tried.
The smell of urine soaked clothes and
burning skin penetrate my memory.
Why couldn't I just be good? I had to be bad.
Posted by Happyflower on May 2, 2008, at 23:22:18
In reply to triggers don't read, posted by Happyflower on May 2, 2008, at 23:15:39
Hiding in tunnels with spiders
Was the only safe place
It was cool in the hot summers.
I wasn't even afraid that they would
Cover the holes with me inside.hiding in the gully of the woods
A mile away from home
Each summer after dad went to work.
I read 5 years of Nat'l Geographics
I used an old tarp to shelter me
From the rain of thunderstorms.
My guinea pig was my friend.
He liked to be with me as I
Pretended to be in another family
I was happy to see my dad come home
Like any little girl
But he didn't know
How glad.
Posted by susan47 on May 5, 2008, at 1:47:54
In reply to triggers don't read, posted by Happyflower on May 2, 2008, at 23:15:39
God, I wish I had been there to protect you. I wish this had never happened to you, I wish it never happened to anyone. My brain is just mush thinking about your pain.
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