One fourth of a life

[grifter]

One fourth of a life,
its face forced in vomit
held under running water
and shaken by the shoulders,
still straps me down
and stomps my stomach.
Locked in closets and bathrooms
it still pulls at my hair;
my toes point at the ceiling
and my heels dig into the hallway
before I tumble downstairs,
kissing the carpet,
stretched out and squeezing
stuffed animals underneath my bed,
with rocks and sticks at the ready.

[Laura]

What exactly is this poem really about? I wonder.

"held under running water
and shaken by the shoulders,
still straps me down
and stomps my stomach"

and

"my toes point at the ceiling
and my heels dig into the hallway
before I tumble downstairs,
kissing the carpet"

--are my favourite parts. This poem seems to dig in like scratching.

[thecrazybeautiful]

Whoa, this was kinda creepy. It made me shiver.

But in no way was this bad. It was actually good for this type of poem.

[Only Me]

The imagery I get is of an abused child, hiding within his or her own pain. The armed stuffed animals signify to me that they were the only escape for this child, that they knew his heart ache and pain. I like it.