Precious Things....

Precious Things....

A Poem by Muse
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If this makes you sick...then there is hope for humanity.

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Shhh
innocence will
 
d
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i
p
 
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 BE STILL 

my child.
Let me remind you,

what is spoken and said.
Your hopes and dreams,
they must be
bled.
 
Be a good little Girl,
who loves me back,
as I pretend to care.
Your dress is all filthy,
with lice in your hair.
 You've left me,
 a disgusting mess.
I'll wash out the vomit.
A dirty mouth
 needs Bleach,
 and a good dose of Comet.
 
It's okay my darling.
You'll heal with the pain.
FEEL
this needle and thread.
My precious...
precious thing.
 
You need a hug?
Here's a good squeeeeeeze.
 
Soft skin and bones,
to love and to hold.
Why do you wrestle?
We need to
cut/deep,
don't put up a tussle.
Purge and be empty,
only guilt can you keep.
 
 
** Shhhhh **
Don't cry....
peace be with you.
It's just the skin peeling back.
Your world will
feel safe, when it finally
converts BLACK.
 
 

© 2014 Muse


Author's Note

Muse
Please don't pass judgement on me. My inspiration is sincere, even if it's a bit dark for some. My daughter was very ill recently, and I was sleeped deprived on top of it all. I could not stand looking at her, she looked so ill, and she was desperate to feel better. And for some reason or other; I started thinking about the Mothers that harmed their own children on purpose....to get attention. Better known as Munchausen Proxy Syndrome. It made me SICK, thinking about it. This writing came from these thoughts, and from my own broken child hood. I often feel like the little girl being sqeezed to death in this picture. There are so many forms of abuse out there. And I think this form of abuse is the sickest of them all. It's both emotional and physical. FYI, my daughter is well now, but it was a week of ugly emotions for me.

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I too am a father,
I understand the mentality behind this. I also see a bit the true darkness within. Not to say you would harm your child or any child, but as to say there are those you would harm if the reasons were right or the time appropriate. I am impressed at how freely you throw yourself into the arms of your concept. You truly exist within it even if only temporarily, I can't say how temporarily. No, that's a piece for another time. I see a 2... 3... 4... sliding into a five. This is ever so haunting. thanks for the suggest I love it.
Sincerely
Christopher

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Muse

11 Years Ago

ache...she pushed me over the edge two years ago with a mystery illness...I was starting to get scar.. read more
Muse

11 Years Ago

I consulted with a friend before sharing this...I was scared of being judged.
unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

This I greatly understand,
But someone wise recently told me to push the envelope. I agreed .. read more



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I love how cleverly and carefully you used the fonts. Will never understand how anyone can use a child for their own needs. A dark and heart wrenching piece obviously written with pure emotion. Excellent! x

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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munchausen by proxy is such a weird thing in itself, to inflict pain on your own child to gain attention..well you have to really disturbed..I think you managed to capture that in this poem..it's dark and creepy but I always like when writers cover these controversial subjects with a strong poetic touch..great poem

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, irrational acts can be traced back to unthinking selfishness. artistically rendered... the "drips"... inspired and inspiring, Muse

Posted 12 Years Ago


I am in love with this work of yours.!. It is truly art and I just keep reading it over and over again.!. You truly do have a talent for it keep writing.!.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Passionate and divulged, your true sesne of conviction, staddles the words and imagery in equal measure, well done good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Not widely know this syndrome often goes unrecognised. By those charged with the care of children. Hard to believe that any mother can hurt her child to gain attention. We don't want to believe and so we let obvious warning signals pass without action

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Hells teeth. Many people on WC stick with love poetry. That's OK. A rare few like yourself will stretch the boundaries and explore feelings, emotions, concepts that are not spoken of. You bring issues to the surface that many would prefer burried. An exceptional piece. There are few of us that have had a seriously ill child who haven't had despearte thought, and selfish ones. You brought this through, and delt with the issue of abuse and Munchausen BP perfectly. Not only that, you have done so with a poem that has a perfect pitch. It flows, the graphics are sensational (in its true sense) and the structure and beat flawless. Amazing work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There's a lot of heartfelt emotion in this poem...
I felt a bit sad reading this poem and the horrible facts entwined in it.

Another splendid poem though.

Posted 12 Years Ago


you have done a super job of describing in no uncerntain terms the ugly anguish of this syndrome.. it is so ugly in person and so difficult to treat as a malfunction.. the mother is usually so distraught and when its diagnosed ..it floors you..as a Nurse or onlooker... excellent write. .Muse.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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