Burning Who Groomed Me (Sex Abuse) Poem by Loren Denny

Burning who groomed me (sex abuse)
4/14/18

None around left to rattle
Bored needing to free my rage
Ready to set fire to any
in my way clouding but
clear visions through memory
smokescreen chosen words
told through gnashed teeth
bites i had then engaged
After along warring path
without any times haste
brought onto you scars
without without evidence
deepeningwounds tastes

How lucky, no fortunate
is testament to a red carpet
treatment alike RSVP for dying
while having not the concern
for doom end with its arriving
Steadfastly coming as living
pursues deaths comfortable bed
Im picking uptiming paces
directionally altering to release
thoughts of loneliness isolations
confusions violation moving me
to feelings of Better off dead

Onward I am coming, death
let this not be confused
With me im bringing my
entitlement of wanting to show
after all Im joining the man
withen me still not used
This inner child cradled held
dear from begins groomed
take from you my living friend
is nothing but me by design
specific chaos through time
ending what haunts you in me
the abused halting to its end