Apples and pears

by Michael   Mar 9, 2016

When she came
he came
always the same
quick to blame.
Shout and yell
again enclosed in their twisted cell
Had I died and this was hell!

Bullied to bed.
my hand from earlier...throbbing red.
Up those apples and pear's
pushing and thumping
in his pinstripe flares.

An where was she?
She was meant, to come, and care.
Not be one of an evil pair.

Not a soul, or my mother I told.
I was only four, or five years old
reminiscing can feel cold.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    Such a heartfelt piece

  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Wow! I'm blown away! Child abuse so beautifully told. I hope you've been able to overcome all this. Hugs. Brenda

    • 2 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Brenda your message means a lot. Somehow we manage to bear our scars and overcome. Hugs back to you. Michael

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