Dread
The cold twisting feeling of dread
The thing that could destroy any person
It was all that the little girl ,wrapped in unfamiliar blankets, possessing nothing ,felt. Her name was Roxie. The evening was quiet, but inside she was screaming. Everyone in her room slept comfortably, but she shook anxious. The events repeating in her head over and over again. Her mother… Ivy… .
It started with yelling, cursing,screaming ,degrading.
From a single source,her mother.
The beatings, and scoldings.
Each time the hand made contact with her skin
Smack
It burned,screamed
Each hit felt like a twist in the knife stuck in her heart
Her body ached,shook
Roxie could hardly stand
Each feeble attempt to drag herself on the floor away onl struck pain throughout her body
All because of curiosity and trust
She’d never trust again
A knife raised
The sharp point gleaming
Smiling at the hunched over the girl
The girl trembling and sobbing
The girl betrayed by her own…
No, it was not her mother.
The knife became an extension
An extension of whatever stood before her.
She refused to belive it was her mother
This was a monster.
A shot suddenly ringing in her ears...
The figure before her clutching her shoulder in pain
Eyes crazed
The way the figure snapped her head turning around
She could see her cousin, Ivy ,shaking, holding it
But then…
Well how can a 9 year old stand against a 30 year old
The figure now held it
And another shot rang through the air.
Air that suddenly felt cold
And smelt of blood
Ivy fell
All because she was protecting trying to protect the girl.
Love makes you do things like that.
She rushed over to her cousin.
A pathetic rushing, a stagger dragging.
Roxie screamed
Ivy, Ivy Ivy!
She held the limp body sobbing.
She shook her trying
Desperate
Hoping it’d bring her cousins back
but the cousin never moved.
More Crying
More beatings.
Another gun pointed at her… possibly
One last smile from the figure as for reasons unknown threw the gun on the ground.
A confusing act
But there was slight relief
And then….
Pain and Darkness
The girl found herself in pain in a dumpster. The rotten smells filled her noise. The lid opened,and a young face appeared. He may have said something, but Roxie didn’t pay much attention. She was passive. Eventually she was placed in a foster home. “I’m sure your mom will come find you.” they said. Her mother was nowhere to be found, or the monster, or her beloved cousin. The girl was smart though. She knew the truth, despite how much it hurt. The monster was her mother who abandoned her. Her cousin, her best friend was dead. Ivy was gone. She possesses nothing,but what was on her. The clothes were torn, so they were dumped when she was given a new pair. There was no shoes, the girl was barefoot. The only thing she had was an amethyst necklace, received on her birthday, from Ivy. It was the only thing left to treasure. That necklace would be all that was there for her. Of course, that night she felt nothing, but dread of the future,being alone and the grief.
Dread
Silent sobbing, dread
The cold twisted feeling of dread
Capable of destroying anyone it touched
Capable of changing anyone it touched
Just like it did the girl.
Tearful eyed became cold.
Making her cold
Bitter
Pessimistic
Refusing to ever love again.
Because of the fear
The dread of feeling the way she did that night
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Author:
Rain (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: February 2nd, 2022 12:28
- Comment from author about the poem: An orgin story for one of my characters. Violence Warning Poetry has always been an expressive tool for me and helped with my mental health issues. I hope after time poetry will help you all like it helped me. You are not alone!
- Category: Sad
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