Moloch #3 (for Reba)

Tags

child abuse, Moloch, poetry

Stupid.

Dramatic.

Useless.

Motherfucker.

Coffee can.

God dammit.

Hold still.

Belt.

Belt.

God dammit.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Son of a bitch.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Belt.

Shut up.

Burn.

Peggy is a colleague of mine for whom I have the deepest respect. Although her post is outside the scope of my blog (experimental writing and creativity) this deserves to be shared as widely as possible.

Peggy and I have both spent today helping people process the horrors of the Newtown shootings. It’s what we do, doing first aid on those burned by Moloch.