Spewing from his lips
The words I fear
The words that echo inside of me
It’s hostile intent, degradation of my soul
Will I ever be whole?
Oozing from his lips
Words saw through me
Daggers sharp and concise
My wounds out of sight
I am who he says
Defective, a mess
Not good for anything
This is all I know
Bowed down head
I serve only him
Day and night
He is all I have
Laura Mostert resides in the Western Cape. She has a degree in education and is currently a high school teacher.