Back Under the Stairs.

 

You little ……. come over here.

Smack around the head now get under the stairs.

Taken by the hair and shoved into the dark space.

Slamming and locking of the door, this is my naughty place.

 

What have I done wrong I am not sure.

I accept the punishment as I have many times before.

Left for hours in the dark and cold.

Through the door I can hear all the reasons I am a mistake being told.

 

My little body starts to hurt as I cannot really move.

How long I will be here I don't really have a clue.

I close my eyes and pretend that this is really my happy space.

At least in here no one can see the bruises on my face.

 

Eventually I hear heavy stomping coming across the floor.

Then the unlocking and opening of the heavy door.

I am thirsty and hungry and hoping they have brought me some food.

Maybe this time they will say sorry and show me some care like they should.

 

I was foolish to think this time it would change.

Pulled up by the hair and slapped in the face again.

Fuck off to bed and get out of my sight.

I don't want to see or hear you for the rest of the night.

I scampered up the stairs to my little bedroom.

And say a little prayer hoping someone will come and save me very soon.

 

Nataiella. (1974) Childhood Memory