This is just a one-time thingy I wrote in the spur of the moment. I read a paper on girls that are abused, so I wrote this in honor of it. It's a blank verse poem that has to do with a story I'm writing called Ashes, Ashes, about a girl that deals with that kind of evil.. It's nothing really important, but I like it. Feel free to critique.
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My teeth are chattering.
It’s cold, but still I stay outside.
I don’t care if something falls off,
like my nose.
I don’t want to go inside.
Something terrible will happen
if I do.
“Lucy,” he calls.
I shiver even more, but not from
cold.
“Come inside. You must be
freezing.”
He wants to warm me up.
I ignore him, fear making my fingers
tingle, or maybe that’s just the
frigid air searing my nerve
endings.
I’m scared. I always am.
What if he gets mad
because I’m not listening?
I’ll pay for this, I know it.
But I can’t help running
from
the
inevitable.
And I can’t help feeling
that it’s inevitable,
because he yells this time,
not calls.
“Lucy! Inside, now!”
There’s a safe place I can go,
I know it.
I know that I can be myself there,
that people won’t judge
and I can sleep safe, but
not without nightmares.
I know that I can leave.
My birthday was two days ago,
and he forgot because
he just does that.
And just because
the state says
I’m not legal,
I am, because I’ll go
where I want, when I want.
That thought satisfies me.
But even though it starts a fire
of anger,
it doesn’t quail the fear of
that
man.
“Lucy! Get in here, now!”
So you can get what you want,
and give me what I don’t?
So you can have the chance
to make me sick to my stomach?
So you can feel satisfied
when I ask you to stop
and you don’t?
“No, thanks,” I say, and turn
and run.
My voice was not strong.
It was weak and fearful.
But the words did what they
were meant to do.
He’s angry, but I’m
running
running
running.
I’ll be safe,
even if it’s only for
a few hours.
Safe is safe.
I’m still close,
but I’m far enough away.
And I’m running
running
running.
Away.
