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Together As One

A poem on acid attack

By Caitlin CharltonPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Together As One
Photo by Arthur Poulin on Unsplash

Choke me with your deepest darkest detestation

Burn me with sulphuric or nitric acid

intent to disfigure, maime and torture

Aim for my face, skins burning tissue

Expose and dissolve my bones

Render me blind to my place in this world

Leave me to question if this was my fault

I’m telling you to take these scars away

My family suffered because of me

Listen to my depression, far from endogenous

My mothers heart ive stricken

Everybody looks at me with pity

They say what a shame

She has lost her beauty

They say I am cursed

My heart is darkened

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Van dongen was hardened,

By his image in the mirror

Fed through a tube his light got dimmer

4 months in a coma,

But when he arise,

He pointed with his tongue and tears in his eyes

Daddy I can’t speak

There’s hope when he dies

His girlfriend was evil

Euthanasia is peaceful

To stop the upheaval, he cuts all ties.

🙏 Thank you for reading

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A/N I’ve never been a victim of an acid attack, but when I looked at the news I learnt that a 14 year old girl had suffered that fate. Although not much was said about why it happened, I wanted to bring our minds to her and the poem above is how she might be feeling. Based on my research on how others who have gone through this, said they were feeling.

I dug some more and came across Van Dongen, his story was very tragic and I wish he was still here with us, but I included him and his story in this poem to remind us that we suffer together, not apart.

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About the Creator

Caitlin Charlton

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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    Written by Caitlin Charlton