Voice Of Darkness (September 30, 2016)

I can hear them

As if

It was yesterday.

And not 

Thirty-five years

Ago.

Their 10 year old voices

Calling me:

"A f--king wuss."

"No!"

"A f--king sissy

Who loves 

To s--k cocks."

Laughing

As their blows

Landed

Upon my body.

Not caring

Bloody mucus flows

From my nose.

Or

My clothes are

A muddy wreck.

Before

Growing tired

Of their little amusement

That I present

To them.

Leaving me

To drag myself

Back home

From the elementary school.

All three of us

Went to.

Having learnt

To hide any evidence

Of abusive bullying

Before my parents

Got home.

So

None

The wiser

For my parents.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Not sure, which one is worse, having auditory or visual flashbacks, but given the frequency and duration of my auditory flashbacks, I would have to say, they are. Often, finding myself, trapped, within a viscous loop that can last for several hours,  as they destroy, whatever sense of worth, I have. Leaving me, feeling like, I'm trapped, in that dark time, of my life, again. 

For today, is one such day, for me, as my anxiety levels are spiking upwards, and I need to stop them, before they paralyze me, within this toxic loop.