The First Hit Came When I Was Five

~The First Hit Came When I Was Five

By: The Black Sand of Gara
10-28-07

The first hit came when I was five,
After that it never stopped.
Like a well practiced dance, we danced.
Each and every night we danced our dance.

To start this evening off tonight
We have a right fist in a prefect upper cut
That would seem almost addicted to landing
Just below my rib cage, burying under it as it pushes up
Into all the muscle it is supposed to protect;
Knocking the wind out of me, and making me double over.

Imminently being followed by a left fist slamming into my back;
I lose my balance which throws me towards the floor.
My body jolts off the floor once before landing soundly
Condemning my already beaten and broken body
To even more bitter pain.

The kicks come now from the right and left
I curl into myself as I try to hide but I can’t
And you know this as you take a victory swig of you drink.
Within your drunken haze your sideways smile shines down at me.

I’m crying now I won’t make it through the night
I look up at you and ask
‘Why? Why father do you do this?’
You look shocked for a moment, you even pause.
Before it passes
With kicks landing harder now,
Louder you start to scream that I made you do it
Like how I made mammy run away when I was four
Or how I seduced you when I was seven
This was all my doing, that I brought it all on myself
I was getting what I deserved for what I did.

My tears are running faster now
As the pain becomes worst then ever before
Tears running out of my eyes
Down my cheeks and onto the end of my nose
Dripping off onto the carpet
Like souls falling into the unknown
All showing the different colors of their sins

I wonder what mine would look like,
Is what father said true?
Am I the reason why all this happened to me?

Or was my truth just lies?

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