The Earth -1.

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The Earth -1.

Submitted: November 24, 2014

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http://allpoetry.com/poem/11764844-The-Earth--1-by-Orenda-adult

 

The Earth -1.


Beaten black and blue.
Black eyes, split lips, cracked ribs, broken finger tips.
Dragged, tied, chained.
Locked in a room behind a solid door, trapped in a garage, barefoot, naked, freezing for days,
lying on a cold, hard, concrete floor.
Starved, ashamed.
Mum? Can you hear me?
All cries for help ignored.


Choked, burnt, bitten, broken, bruised, fractured, stabbed, cut, accused.
While rapists run wildly loose.


The Earth will spin madly on, minus 1.
To the beat, and the rhythm, of this song.
Weeping internally,
so you don’t get bludgeoned to death externally.
Keep the mind open and clean.
The heart disconnected jacked, into the dream.

 

 

A snapped hand, chipped tooth,
A pavement spat on, trodden upon, urinated on.
Chunks of hair ripped off my scalp, revealing bald, bleeding, patches, torn, from the root, clean out.

Raped.

Intruded.

Invaded.

Dominated.

Raped.

In each and every way that a 'person' can be.
Orally, anally, and what is termed ‘normally’.
But, not for me, I am the non-person,
the target of atrocities.

The Earth will spin madly on, minus 1.
To the beat, and the rhythm, of this song.
Weeping internally,
so you don’t get bludgeoned to death externally.
Keep the mind closed.
Leave.
The heart disconnected jacked, into the dream.

 

 

Labelled 'beautiful' in the most disturbing of ways.
While tortured mercilessly over months, weeks, endless soul, shattering days.

The Earth will spin madly on, minus 1.
To the beat, and the rhythm, of this song.
Bleeding internally,
so you don’t get bludgeoned to death externally.
Keep the mind closed.
Run.
Leave.
The heart disconnected jacked, into the dream.

 

 

Every, derogatory term out there, pinned, on, me.
Stupid.
Worthless.
Going nowhere.
Taught, I'll never learn.
My brain,
dead, exactly how they wanted it.

'My life', threatened repeatedly,
They’re destroying, raping, beating, killing me.

Drugged, sold, blamed.
Branded, tarnished, contaminated, maimed.
Bound in secrecy, the root cause, fear, control, shame.


The Earth will spin madly on, minus 1.
To the beat, and the rhythm, of this song.
Weeping internally,
so you don’t get bludgeoned to death externally.
Close your mind.
Leave.
The heart disconnected jacked, into the dream.

 


Punished severely for dropping sterile salted wounded, tears.
That hit the floor,
Evaporated

just disappeared.
That’s how you learn not to cry, a futile practice, the lacrimation of the eye.

 

The Earth will spin madly on, minus 1.
To the beat, and the rhythm, of this song.
Bleeding internally,
so you don’t get bludgeoned to death externally.
Close your mind.
Leave.
The heart disconnected jacked, into the dream.

 

 

This has been my trek, through the valley of the shadow of death,
29, long, fucking years.
Existing in a constant state of fear.
And if our eyes were to meet, in the street, you'd never know.
Unbearable nights spent drifting, terrified, completely alone.
My only companion,

a non-responsive fucking phone,
texted in desperation to say, I'm scared, I’m afraid, I'm frightened.
Trembling.
All senses heightened.


The Earth will spin madly on, minus 1.
To the beat, and the rhythm, of this song.
Bleeding internally,
so you don’t get bludgeoned to death externally.
Close your mind.
Leave.
The heart disconnected jacked, into the dream.

 

 

The girl that had everything, not a problem, a care, in this world.
From a high society family, came from good stock, money.
Intelligent, bright, musical, free.
Supposedly.
It was all such a fucking travesty.
She lived in a nightmare encased in a dream.
Muffled screams.
Locked taxi doors.
‘Her life’, a constant battle, always fighting, always at war.

 

The Earth will spin madly on, minus 1.
To the beat, and the rhythm, of this song.
Bleeding internally,
so you don’t get bludgeoned to death externally.
Close your mind.
Leave.
The heart disconnected jacked, into the dream.

 


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