Incremental terror

It all began suddenly

a protracted five year activity

just a finger

the index specifically

poking sternum with a tyrant jab

Being told

being ordered

being kept dog down

a blackmail of your love

bartering her life and innocence

he tests this and your mental strength

as he says with a laugh, “The human mind can only take so much, bitch.”

a shameful tarry fear that breathes it’s soul cancer into each day

some nights you crawl as he demands

with slug and night creatures

on gravel

on grass

on asphalt

wherever the notion takes him

the whim arrives

to make you beg

until your knees bleed

and your heart nearly stops from the pain and terror

He laughs with derision

places the reward for your  humiliation in your degraded arms

your baby

for one more day

until the sadist needs to feast again on your emotional response

Advertisements

Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

17 thoughts on “Incremental terror”

  1. Such beautiful sorrow and pain to let it go.
    You are so brave to bare it, Val.
    This is true therapy.

    1. It is exactly that Imperfect Servant, therapy and I don’t mind admitting it. I wish this could remove all the residual affects of that time, but alas, writing trims only the edges. Thank you for appreciating words and point of view. 🙂

    1. Thank you Corra, this is my therapy, as it is for all writers. Gee, you’d think we wouldn’t be so nutty with all the venting we do…hmmm lol

    1. You know me Jessie, I fully support the creative exploration of those things that affect us deeply. I hope you do continue with your father poems because they are some of your best, in my opinion. 🙂

    1. Thank you kseverny, but I think all the credit must go to the life I’ve lived. That is surely fertile emotional ground to till.

  2. These poems must exhaust you Val. This is so poignant but beautifully written, especially ‘a shameful tarry fear that breathes it’s soul cancer into each day’. What a bastard!

    1. Yes indeed Gabrielle, they are exhausting to write, but they are harder to keep locked inside where they do real emotional damage. He is indeed a bastard and he is a bastard who got away with it. 😦

  3. 5 minutes of that is way too much.5 years ……. you have done well.
    It is good to tell of it and I hope it your words can reach and help others.Awful to think that this is going on all around us.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s