Day #21: Write a poem from the POV of a victim of harassment (any sort). The character is in pain or humiliation, but believes that he/ she deserves this treatment.
I stayed silent my head hung low.
I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating the blow.
Their voices were molded together.
I focused on the numbness from the weather.
There was still snow that clung to the ground.
I couldn’t bear to try and turn around.
I thought about Emilia’s smiling face,
and I could feel my heart begin to race.
A foot lashes out, hitting me in the leg.
I doubt this treatment will stop, even if I beg.
The word “murderer” being shouted is all I can hear.
My vision is blurry as my eyes begin to tear.
Each kick and each punch dig into my skin,
but they are necessity to atone for my sin.
I thought that I could’ve made it far from Emilia’s place.
But the feeling of guilt had slowed my pace.
I cling to Emilia’s image, my stomach beginning to turn.
My eyes were heavy and my chest began to burn.
This is what I deserved, for my horrible crime.
Everything was blurring, even my sense of time.
I let my swollen eyes shut.
This is what I deserved, this awful rut.
I decided to do a continuation from day #17! I hope you guys liked this! Ah, and I’m getting pretty bad with rather uninspired titles. Hopefully that’s not distracting for anyone.