I may have already posted this, can't remember, had to get it out again.


Trigger...




I watch the dance of good and evil as the man angrily beats this boy to within inches of his life. Using his fists, his belt, his gun, anything object that will hurt. I see the fires rise above one while the moonlight sheds an angelic glow upon the other.
The man is vicious and brutal and his son is stalked, hunted and trapped.

A shocked fearful cry breaking the silence of the room.
His animal-like grunts of pursuit follow as the boy struggles for peace, death or any kind of relief. He’ll beat him to death if he doesn’t cry and he’ll beat him to death if he doesn’t stop crying… what does he want? Does it even matter?

I watch helplessly unable to intervene as evil flesh meets with tender young flesh.

He screams as his body is battered and violated and penetrated.
I am a witness, a spotlight for this horror show while other spectators willingly watch this tale unfold. The boy shouts louder and soon a rain of fists pummel his young bones he shrieks.

and he cries.
and he cries

The man looks upon him with grim satisfaction.
He has won his submission once again.

The man's hand raises and the moon casts its glow on a dull-edged blade.

I cry out, scream out in voiceless agony.

Slowly and deliberately the hand is lowered…
Delicate young flesh exposed, smooth and untouched by age.
The man greedily consumes the treasure with his eyes.
He attacks his feast and thrusts into him again.
His moans and gasps excite and arouse and he is exhilarated by this response.

He secures his sons wrists in his hands so he cannot struggle.
He takes the knife and carves a word into that soft tender adolescent flesh.

The boy shrieks and tears of pain wash down his face.
The man does this for the good of his son.
He does this out of anger.

How dare he tempt him!

My cries become low guttural moans of anguish.

I can’t bear the scene…

He struggles again, just wanting to roll over and the man reacts with rage.

The scarlet tip of the knife plunges deep and the boy howls the death of the dying.

He watches and waits… one silent minute becomes a lifetime of misery in this dungeon.

The man is satisfied with his hunt for now and he finally goes away.

The boy turns on his side, fetal position as darkness takes him over.

Oh my God Jaysen...
what horror...
I am sooooo sorry you had to endure that.
That man should die for what he did to you!

Buzz...
Death is too easy\nice of a punishment for his abuser...there is no punishment heanious enough to make up for what his abuser has done...I know one thing though...death is too quick and easy to be a punishment.

Holy God!!

Oh, man!!! What a horrifying poem. It does a great job of capturing the little boy's terror. I'm with these other guys on their reaction to it. How horrible.

Is your abuser still alive?

Keep spitting this horror out on paper as you are doing now.
The more you spit, like tears, you never realized how much
pain you have within, the more it washes away.

froggy

i can't believe the anger i have but sometimes -
it's just like too much -
i wish i could be calmer -

i think when i was in toronto i was -

when i wasn't rapped up in nonsense -

My heart breaks for you

Jay,

No words for this one. I am so sorry.

Much love,
Larry

and peope say the death penalty is cruel punishment

I am so sorry, Jaysen.

Keith

You STILL see this man? Is he STILL stronger/more powerful than you? Jay, have you disclosed to anyone within the family about what happened?