(Hello, ya'll! This poem is of part of the "Beyond the Trainer" series. So hope you enjoy!)
(Disclaimer: Pokemon and the Pokemon characters mentioned do not belong to me.)
Six Nights
Took a lot out on her.
Made her mad.
Beat her.
Just so…
The pain was freed from me,
For once,
For one fucking time in my life.
Break her.
Disfigure her till I bleed.
Or better yet,
Chuck her out of the window.
You chucked me out of the door.
All so sudden.
Fought back,
With my Ember,
But your kick was swift,
Icy cold on that warm summer night.
And so my new journey began.
First night,
Taste of saturated dirt.
Disappearing glint of light…
As the door shut.
I recall.
Slam.
Slam.
The sound replays.
I beat her some more.
Second night,
Please.
Someone to talk to.
Someone in my field of view,
Someone visible in my frantic search.
I found one.
"Why'd he kick you out?"
"I don't know, Deerling."
"What have you done wrong?"
"I don't know, Deerling."
"What are those bruises all over your body?"
"I don't know, Deerling."
"What can you do?"
"I know how to give humans a good time,
"But's that's all I know, Deerling."
"What does that mean…?"
"…I…I don't know, Deerling.
"I've been doing this for three years and I still don't know."
His name was so comforting.
I am the prince.
He is the sweetheart, "Darling".
Third night,
"You'll be a perfect fit for our agency."
An acting position,
How better can it be?
"Let's…spruce you up a bit."
They're giving me makeup,
The stuff humans wear.
How better can it be?
"Now, here is where you will perform nightly."
What will I do?
"Men will pay you generously with a body like that."
Wait…what was the ad saying?
I should improve my reading skills.
Beat her again.
Sixth night,
Call in sick.
Feel like…
Doing something wild.
The mirror.
Cracked,
Distorted,
Bloody,
From all my abuses to that face
In the reflection.
Another Hammer Arm.
My evolved form is stronger.
I saw a nightmare,
Unfolding,
The cracks on the mirror,
Slowly branch out,
Shhh.
Millions of little pieces on the ground.
Sweep.
Out the window,
Like falling ashes.
Now only thing left to die,
Is the one.
The one who raised me since I was an Egg.
The one who raped me.
The one who kicked me out.
The one who used me,
To teach his son of the abuse in this world.
The one who hid from him,
That he was the very person guilty of this crime.
The one who raised him to be,
The leader.
The one who's still soaked in my fibers of being,
The one I must burn myself to free,
At last,
Burn! Flamethrower!
Set my body in flames!
Let Ghetsis burn away from the ashes that will be
Me,
A million pieces on the ground.
As I die,
I break my silence now.
The offenders,
Team Plasma.
Ghetsis.
…me.
So sad…I could only get through six nights.
(Well...hope you enjoyed! Be sure to check some of the series' other stories!)