a thorn

Trigger Warning: rape, abuse

a thorn                                                 February 1, 2016
what lingers is not your meager kindness,
occasional endearment, or fleeting kisses

what lingers is the rug-burn on my back
from the day you raped me,
the sound of your voice ugly with screaming
the twisting of my soul to fit your cage

you would rather have a thorn
in your side than a partner
to walk beside so you tried
to form me into the shape
of a thorn

what will be left of you
when god gets a hold of you?
only my memory
and the single vertebra in my spine
still printed with carpet

i keep trying to pray
that god have mercy on you
but she knows better than i

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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