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The closet still holds the bad all these years,
Scarey monsters thrive within her fears.
All such terrors strive to survive,
Her hatred feeds them to stay alive.
They jump out in the middle of the dark,
Embedding claws and deeply mark.
He staggers to the bedroom once again,
Closing little green eyes count to ten.
Maybe this time he won't stay,
pretend to sleep he'll go away.
Clutching tattered teddy a little tighter,
The softness made things a little brighter
Silenced screams fall on hushed lips,
Quieted with whiskey scented fingertips.
Daddy'd whisper, "how's my little whore?"
Touching me, "This is what you're here for."
Abuse engraved with little care,
A child beaten with infinite disrepair.
With one single word of praise,
Her soul would gleefully raise.
From the depths of hell's despair,
The inner child still resides there.
The bruises in her empty eyes,
Would heal with his demise.
She sits and rocks hoping her tears,
Would heal after all these years.
He enjoy inflicting the most vile pain,
always scowled with looks of disdain.
Teddy-bear cuddled till the stuffing showed,
Furry shoulders could handle a heavy load.
Kind of heart-wrenching, you see,
This is my own abusive memory.
It plays and replays in my mind,
like a revered entity on a shrine.
Daddy yanked the bear from me,
Screaming" You're a big girl not three."
Making me watch as he set fire to teddy,
it's not like he took everything already.
So I lost my enabling safety attendant,
cause daddy didn't want me dependent.
when memories pushes, push back harder,
don't put your sanity up for barter.
You can't forget what you've been through,
But don't let the closet monster define you.