The Abuser Becomes the Abused
By donnamarie
The abuser becomes the abused. Irony is beautiful. You lay there as they play “This is Your Life”. The abuser becomes the abused. Mom waited 30 years to say those words without the threat of your hand. The abuser beomes the abused. The results of your vulgar seeds stand before the threshold of your steady, self-inflicted demise, delivering blow after hate-perpetuated blow. The abuser becomes the abused. I refuse to see you. I refuse to seek revenge; for it will only serve your purpose, it will only serve as a means to your ends. The abuser becomes the abused. Dying your agonizing death; Justice is a sweet woman, no? Psychosis at its peak, she deilivers you to your death. Finally it can be over. Our scars will remain, but no new blood shall be shed. The queen of your hell is now free from your tortures. Your seeds shall blossom, we shall not wither like you. I will take my pain. I shall wear it as a shield. Never will you frighten, enslave, bruise, twist me again. it has stopped. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 12:23 PM PST 0 • 1
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