MIrrors Breaking And Clocks Sooth

This is written for a contest I found randomly here that wants you to depict a real incident. So here it is.

Coming to conclusions wild

The mirror was my evil child

He'd take me to them

I'd want to break them

He'd make me face them

He was not my father

He'd make me take

Off every stitch

Till I had to face myself,

Mortified...

"Show me something special"

He'd whisper

When my mother wasn't home...

I lived in my imagination

I played with dolls and pretend girls

I'd look at the clock above his bed

And smile, I could make it speed ahead

After awhile I got so good

It would feel like I was dead;

Just listening to the soothing clock above

Over my head, keeping me sane

(The only thing that did)

I grew up...still I black out

Time plays tricks when it ought not

I find myself in front of mirrors

Breaking them

I find myself with no music on

Just the clock going all the time

Just to make me believe

I still somehow had all the power

Because I could go away in my head.

I'd like to beat him with all I have now

But no one really believes me

Just some memories

That aren't even there

Insane girl in her insane lair.

 

Martha Jane Page. 

Reviews

[Gbannersauce]

Very emotional and depictive with the topic. It's really, really good. You have a great talent.

[Jay Levon]

very well done

[The White Wolf]

What you describe it difficult for most people to fathom. It is one of those things that only the few who have lived it understand. Abuse is easy to forget...the long lasting effects of trauma, not so much. Very deep and emotional write. The honesty was very much appreciated.

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Coming to conclusions wild
The mirror was my evil child

Wow i love these opneing lines, so gripping!
I love the depth in this. Amazing write here.