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The Girl with Dead Eyes
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The Girl with Dead Eyes
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I hear your footsteps
thunder on the floor
as you get closer to my room.
I look out the window
from my bed and see
that the moonlight
is the reason my
room is so bright tonight.
All the corners,
which are usually
filled with shadows,
cannot hide me
from the monster,
not on this night.
I hear the doorknob
turn, and I scrunch
down lower in my
bed pulling the covers
up until all you can see
are my eyes
shining with fright.
The door opens wide,
I see his silhouette.
From the way he is standing
I can tell he has business
and not I, or anything else,
will stop him from
the gratification he seeks
One step
two steps
three steps
he is at the edge of my bed.
'I know you're not asleep.'
He sits down beside me
pulling the covers off,
throwing them on the floor
'You know the only reason I do this
is because I love you so much.'
I look away from him,
I do not want him
to see me cry.
His hand snakes
up my shirt,
searching.
He takes my right hand
and puts it on his erection
making a low moan.
Snap!
I am gone.
Everything is black.
I am in a dark room
without a light bulb,
paralyzed.
Snap!
I am back in my bed,
alone.
I feel burning pain
between my legs.
I realized I had
lost time again.
I often come back
to find bruises and cuts.
Sometimes there is blood
running down my legs
mixed with
gooey white stuff.
Another day passes,
another night falls,
and no one notices
the girl with dead eyes.
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Comment by: - 2007-10-23 19:18
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| I remember reading this one before. Yep! I still like it. |
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Comment by: dlynn - 2007-09-26 21:21
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Your writing expresses great emotion. It drew me in.
nice, nice job on a not-so-nice (to say the least) topic
Read you were from Colorado. Hey sister, me too! |
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This is very tragic and cold but it is extremely truthful I was never sexually abused but this poem does cause alot of emotions and thoughts to flow through my mind. That is why I like this poem so much cause it makes me think.
Your very talented keep up the good work |
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This takes me back to my greatest Earthly Love. She was sexually abused by her stepfather ... starting about age 8. What a crime! But she is a warrior. One day when she was 18 her stepfather said he never wanted to see her with her boyfriend again ... she turned on him, and in front of everyone shouted, "Don't you ever tell me what to do again or I will tell the world about you!"
That put an end to him.
Later, in his old age, his hands grew crippled and dried up. That's what we could see. Maybe other parts of him dried up and curled against his leg. He lived to apologize and suffer remorse.
I think my Holley Buffalo Rose, being the Great Warrior that she is, even forgave him.
Now that is heroism!
And I thank the Big whodunnit time and again that it did not kill her love for the sensuous.
Enough of me.
This poem is very evocative (haven't I proved that?).
It is beautiful and dark. It thunders with footsteps and a dark undeniable shape.
Holley's sister escaped the monster, although she slept in the same room. To this day Holley's sister will suddenly scream herself awake. That scream delivered her, I am sure, from the same fuckmonster. |
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Been a while since I've read your words. This one definately disturbs. All the elements are here, notably helplessness in the dark. It seems that 'she' is a waiting victim and quite adept at being one. Blacking out in the moonlit room, tied to her vice of abuse--I can almost see the metaphorical ropes and chains tying her to the bed.
There are surely detail and time gaps in the story that actually add to the plausibility of the story. Much like a drinking/pharmaceutical blackout where just shades of moments are recalled.
I guess what makes people cringe when they imagine themselves in such scenes is the absolute lack of control exhibited from the beginnning. It doesn't even matter to question details like, "who is this man?" "does he have a key?", "is it her father?"---etc. Just a simple story of terrible abuse that has metamorphosed this woman for life.
Aren't humans just terrifying creatures!
Thanks for disturbing me.
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