He Called It Marking

by daughterofthantos

He had a REASON. A reason he believed precluded TREASON . For in their SCREAMS he relived his DREAMS. And though they weren't NAÏVE, they would not put him in the GRAVE. For they were his LOVERS, soon to be MOTHERS. He wasn't OBTUSE. He hid the ABUSE. They called it Raping. He called it MARKING.

1. HE CALLED IT MARKING

He Called it Marking : Chapter 1

He had a reason.

A reason he believed precluded treason .

For in their screams

he relived his dreams.

And though they weren't naïve

they would not put him in the grave—

for they were his lovers,

soon to be mothers.

He wasn't obtuse.

He hid the abuse.

They called it raping.

He called it MARKING.

MOTHER and Father were something different . That I know but the rest I believe. And from that confession it all gets mixed together like "mothers'" paint. The imposter I mean. Not my true real mother. How much of it was real though ?

I know the answer. I always know the answer.

None.

My true mother and father shared something dark. Dark enough that it left a Mark. Me. Me and my only true real sister out of 3. Helen. Helen sounds remarkably like hell, for their very secret could send them to the darkest pits.

I'm not knowledged to which of them pertained to the actions and I am not sure if it matters if I do find out. Can I find out though? I believe that I can– that there is an answer because I believe in their very secret. I believe that it was once a reali—NO I KNOW that it was a reality and WILL continue to be.

But like the paint my knowledge and beliefs get mixed up and form something new. New like my true real parents formed something new. The answer to everything and all. I call it MARKING.