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Neopoet Random Challenge #12

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Neo Poet Random Challenge #12 [I Survived]

across the room I feel
his scorching gaze,
filled with swirling anger
in a mind set ablaze.

recoiling at his presence,
shrinking away from his touch
for I shall always remember
being in his cruel clutch.

how he tortured and abused me
playing such a painful game,
branding with a flaming poker
so I would always wear his name.

exhausted from his exertions
he fell back onto his filthy bunk
passed out in his own urine,
from his overdose of junk.

this is where I left him
for the athorities to find.
lucky to be alive, I survived,
but I almost lost my mind.

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Style/Type: Structured: Western

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Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 years 4 months ago

hello Mark,

most of it is history. but it was one of those butane cigarette lighters with the outrageously adjustable flame. I was nineteen and into speed (crystal meth amphetamine) he was heavily into H.

it is great to see you, too! I will be here more often. this is the only poetry site I am on now.

*Hugs, Cat
ever, eddy