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Writer's pictureSista Mercie

EASY PREY


I am the one who stares back at my fright

With blood-red eyes and a tear down the right

I am the one whose shaky voice whispers a name

Through quivering lips choking back the same

I am the one with nowhere sure to run

My teenage feet as heavy as my soul:

I am the one….


Sometimes I wonder if it could have been different

Or perhaps it was destiny’s craft to bite like a serpent

If dad had been satisfied with the water from his well

If mom had not spit out fire too great to quell

I wonder if they could have started again all over

Forecasting, forgiving, forgetting;

Sometimes I wonder….


I remember the night he slashed my crown

A hand glided up my shin and into my gown

While the other was swift to quash my tide

A third hand felt, rummaged and chafed my pride

I remember his grouse as he denied my scar

This lost little lady left abased;

I remember….


I wish they had loved me enough to stay

Then I would not have been an easy prey

And needed not tremble at the midnight hour

Or this image staring hatefully from my mirror

Now my dreams these nightmares tarnish

I wish I could wish all this away;

I wish…


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