Childhood

The Soaked Pillow

Everything I say and do you soak in the filth of your suspicion. You mock me with cold heavy glances. Worms slither from my fingers. My eyes turn hideous, like those of a witch. My hands are snakes that uncoil to choke you; but my feet stand shamed glued to the floor, trying in vain… Continue reading The Soaked Pillow

Childhood, Uncategorized

My Mother and The Carpet Beater

I can still see the past so vividly, so many years later? The humiliation, the pain I felt, all seems to be so present at times. I have never talked about my childhood with anybody. Back then, in the '60s and '70s, child abuse was not something people openly talked about it. THINGS happened behind… Continue reading My Mother and The Carpet Beater