Lost Moments

A out there poem of sorts of certain traumatic events I've endured.

1

The concrete burns

I am bleeding and crying and you are laughing

You use the nickname I hate

My brothers are there too

2

The carpet is rough

It burns as you drag me back

I scream, trying to escape

You say I wanted this

3

The ocean is calming

I can smell the salt water

You are touching me

But I can hear the seagulls

I can hear the waves

Far away

Safe

4

The front door is open

Someone is inside

I cling to your shirt

You hold a bat

I think you'll protect me

5

The TV is on and the window is open

XXXX is here

He likes it when we play under the bed

6

The music is too loud

You are not yourself

Mom says to quiet down

You threaten to bash her head in

Is that glass I hear breaking?

7

The fear is deep

Dad is so angry

He slams his foot through the TV

He promises to buy me a new one

8

The wood breaks my skin

You say I'm a model

All I need to do is pose

Did you keep the pictures?

9

The news came out

I told everyone

You said you're a monster

I hope you burn in hell

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! i am drained in the reading ..such trauma is hideous and needs the light of day ...every day ... i think this is an important write Meghan ..and well done .. the numbering ...clicking off of each of these distinct, interrelated "moments" is brilliant ... moments that are each an eternity of its own ... your poem is powerful and moves me .. :(( abuse is never deserved ..never "right" .. i love your closing .. once the truth is told and retold the abuser is diminished more and more ..
E.

[Abhishek Izy]

This is hinting at something deeply troublesome which your heart has endured and despise of not creating very visceral images, it makes me believe it much more below the surface. You're write is straight on the face, spitting frustrations in phases and its beautiful yet sad to read it.

You're good at summing up your devils and scribbling them down. Please keep writing. All courage to you