Victim

A Poem by Chaos

For a game.

Pathetic girl walking unaware
"Mom is that you; are you there"?
Heels on cement clicking the night
"Brown hair like hers; yes that’s right".

Blue dress now grey by the moon
"hey brat, get out of that room"
Heels clacking; yes, closer to me
"Tortuous pain resonating in me"

5 days, 6 days weeks go round
"a belt, a whip, a stick or bound"
Watching her; yes, I’m sure she’s the one
Smiling attacker; discipline or fun?

Talking, laughing with him she betrays
"stop crying or you’ll feel pain for days"
Mocking me, she continues this torrid display
love systematically swallowed by hate

Hurry, rush, now, before it’s too late
"What you’ve done, you know it’s your fate"
struggle is futile; “mom don’t try to run”!
"Why did you do this, why for so long"?

Your tears are wasted on someone you hurt
Begging now for freedom? Absurd!
Where was my party? Where were my games?
You replaced my childhood with sickening pain.

Why didn’t you love me?
You hateful and hurtful b***h.
You made fun of me while you wounded me,
you vile and vicious witch.

Weight in my hands not moving at all
25 year old woman; oblivious of it all
dump her body I’m free of her pain
I hate my mother; she made me insane.