(my abusers) did you know?

 

image © Mariann Martland

With your hands around my throat, did you know I would feel them in two decades time?

That sometimes living would feel like slow death through the memory of hands

In places that make me shudder and shame in remembrance?

Your face stares at me, in the dark, in the light, just as you imprinted on my face.

Tiny wrists, held, pushed down by the weight of lies and bodies.

When you fell limp on my tightly knotted corpse, were you thinking of fairies and butterflies that my eyes fixed upon on my wallpaper of dreams?

Can you remember the toxic smell of drink and dirt and despair that filled your room as I ran away in my mind, body frozen to the spot, rotting in your stench?

Dragged, pushed, trapped. Bruises explained away through accident and clumsy play.

Forced to pray to your god over a coffin filled with you, bowing on terrified knee from my body that died and shrivelled before it had chance to grow.

Pain, blood, violation, rape. All sink into the background against the torment of a life taken.

I was special, is that not what you told me?

 

9 thoughts on “(my abusers) did you know?

    • Thank you dear. It’s people like you who give me the courage to share these things. I’ve been struggling to even read some posts of this nature recently (which is why I may not have been as active on your page of late… I’m always thinking of you though), and sharing words like this has been difficult. Something happened with this one though – I’m still processing. Thank you as ever for your presence and support, it means such a lot. Much much love to you ❤

  1. Pingback: you are worthy (and loved) | things i wish you knew

  2. Mariann , You are so very brave and loved. I understand the courage it took to press publish part of your story and you did it ! You are helping others but most of all freeing yourself. You are loved ❤ ~

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