Sexual Abuse - Inner Child - Terza Rima (Sonnet)

Yes I was sexually abused. I wanted this to go somewhere, as pain. Into something beautiful so that it could leave me be for a while, at least. It’s 2:12am. Fitting isn’t it? Would not have known about Terza Rima. If it wasn’t for Mike Singleton and Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin, I will link below the ones I read and loved from them both. And do you know who I got the idea from, writing my name at the end? K. B Silver, I look up to her so much too. I humbly welcome her with a shoutout on my list of reads 🤗♥️

By Caitlin CharltonPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read

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Ethereal child —hide behind my eyes

Carmine — dipped in scenes of crime against me ©️

Love so incandescent, froze within cries

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Strangers — fingers — on me in the gloaming

Hold me down in bed of flies and roses

Past lit soul —penumbra spreads out —roaming ©️

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Wherever I go I go —it travels there too

Obscurity splits and stabs—morphine

Recall halcyon days —I’m fine —I’m fine ©️

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Set my skin alive —burn till you feel — sigh

Die tenebrous self waits to strike

Forgive — forget, so you could be mine — high ©️

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Mind of a child leads you to swollen eyes

But the sun is —heat —ready to burn flies

~Caitlin Charlton ~ CC

Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.

A survivor reclaiming her territory.

I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.

Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠

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