What if? (Questions)

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A series of questions to an abuser....... I know there will never be enough answers. Answers prompt more questions..

Submitted: April 01, 2008

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What if? (Questions)
 
 
 
What if I placed my heart on the table in front of you?
You could see it deep red bruised and bleeding.
That’s my heart see the gaping hole in my chest?
That’s my heart, the heart you tried your best to destroy.
 
Would you crush the heart? Would you take it in your fist?
Would you smile as the blood oozed through your fingers?
Would you laugh at my pain as you crushed the only part of me that is left?
 
What if I placed the truth on the table in front of you?
What would you do then?
What if I placed the box that holds the key to the truth right in front of you?
Would you see the box? Or would you deny its existence?
 
Would the locks that seal the box that holds your anger break?
Would you lash out at me again beat me senseless?
Would you try to violate me again?
Would you rape what is left of me?
 
Would you crush the soul that bleeds from pain you have caused?
Would you sever the ties to the last of your humanity?
Would you cut the umbilical with brutal finality?
Would you crush the placenta along with the child once in your womb?
 
What if the past was something you could change?
Would you rewind the tape to the moment of my birth?
Would you wish the child still born into desolation?
Would you wish the seed had fallen upon stony ground?
 
Would you have given me away like an unwanted bauble?
Would you have washed the blood from your hands?
Would you have denied all knowledge of my existence?
Would you have proclaimed my death and mourned?
 
Would you have pushed an empty pram?
Would you have solicited pity for a mother distraught?
Would you have taken their comfort to a mute and wounded heart?
Would you have cradled the doll mute and porcelain in your arms?
Would you have held it to your breasts as a hungry child?
 
What if you could wipe my tears away?
Would you caress as a mother should?
Would you comfort as a mother should?
Would you gently kiss the tears away?
Would you part the clouds and bring the sunshine back?
 
Could you see the tears you caused?
Could you care you made your baby cry?
Could you feel the pain in your heart?
Could you taste the bitter salt of my tears?
 
What if I said the words to you?
What if I confronted you with the phrase?
What if I spat the contempt upon your table?
What if I vomited the ages of pain upon you?
 
What if I opened myself up in front of you?
As you once opened yourself for me?
What if my essence was displayed for your delectation?
What if my soul was crucified for your pleasure?
 
Would you laugh at the blood you spilled?
Would you swim in the gore you created?
Would you wallow in the filth I spewed upon you?
Would you drink the blood I gushed upon you?
 
Would you wash in the charnel bath?
Would you wipe the seed you cast away?
Would you smear the gore all over me?
Would you caress my viscera before tearing them from me?
 
What if you could heal my wounds?
Would you minister to your baby?
Would you do your duty as once a nurse?
Would you fulfil your oath as once a carer?
 
Would you leave me to bleed to death?
Vomiting blood upon your oaken floors?
Would you gaze into my near dead eyes?
And see my soul take flight?
 
Would you rip the bandages from my wounds?
Would you unset the bones so carefully broken?
Would you twist the knife impaled in my heart?
Would you gouge my eyes to press into my brain?
 
What if you had final judgement upon me?
Would you deny my right to dignity?
Would you leave me comatose?
Would you make my life a mockery of technology?
 
Would you condemn me even in death?
Would you leave the machines to keep me alive?
Would you force the tubes deeper inside me?
Would you compel them to make me suffer?
Would you listen as the machined lived for me?
 
What if I could destroy you?
What if I took your frail body in my hands?
What if your neck was in my clenched hands?
What if you throat was in my hands?
 
What if I could hurt you?
What if I could beat you as you beat me?
What if your age betrayed you?
As once you betrayed me?
 
Could you resist me then?
Could you push me away?
Could you fight for your life?
Could you run fast enough?
 
Could you reach the knife?
Before I chocked the life from you?
Could you crush my skull?
Before I smashed your ribs?
 
Could your cry for help?
Before I wrenched your voice from you?
Could you scream?
Before I crushed your breath from you?
 
Could you soothe the beast you created?
Could you still the savagery inside me?
Could you tame the wolf baying for your blood?
Could you make a lion purr for you?
 
Would you beg for my forgiveness?
Would you plead upon your knees?
Would you throw yourself upon my mercy?
Would you prostrate yourself for my blessing?
 
Would you become the frail old woman?
Would you become the eyes of age?
Would you choke on your bitter cud?
Would you blind yourself when you see?
 
Would you repent your mortal sin?
The sin you cast upon me
Would you take a son into your arms?
Would you become a Mummy to him?
 
Boneman 31/03/2008
 
©Boneman productions 2008
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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