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BURNT TEARS

I remember being dragged through

the dirt in a tormented childhood 

I remember Dad’s words laced with poison

and Mom throwing acid on my tears

by saying no words to stop it and even joined it.

I remember that even though I was a small

and frail child that didn’t stop them 

these parents left me to

thrash about life with the pain

of their insults that tore at my soul. 

I remember because my spirit was crushed

I wore an unmistakable frown

visible were scars to my demeanor

the wounds of my heart were inimitable too

as was the damage to my character.

I remember Mom laughing

when I swallowed Clorox and

should’ve warned me it wasn’t apple cider 

what I was left with was swallowing burnt tears

and I always wondered if anyone could tell.

I remember the sorrowfulness like

hot molten metal running over my character

what I never shared was the hurt

I kept it locked up and bound because

I only found judgment that silenced me.

I remember each day pressing on through to

another year, month, week, day and minute with

the blare in my head of the brutal belittlement

cruelty and denigration by my parents evermore

though, I carry the memory of those burnt tears.