Freedom from the Demons

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Freedom from the Demons of the past was penned by Alison Little over the summer of 2017. It was performed by herself for National Poetry Day on the 28th of September at the Life Rooms in Liverpool. It was read again for Sefton Poetry Slam on the 4th of November, then for Liverpool Mental Health Week at the Brink.

 

Freedom from the Demons of the Past

 

The first demon that struck loudly on my terraced door

While still a tender age, I was only four

They took my eldest Brother

For his days there was not another

The Shelter he provided was no more

 

The second demon was now released and allowed to roam free

The Devil inside my next brother gained realm to harm me

He strove to set accidents up

Boiling water, a falling cup

He put an end to the childhood joy of dumb-diddle-dee

 

The third came as an extension of the previous, in entered his Wife

Overbearing in manner, she denied his ability to cause strife

Her mouth cast a stream of lies

An alter ego controlling family ties

Every day, through her work for the Police she endangers lives

 

The fourth was a rapist who plucked me from the Dance Floor

The motel room, he smothered me until I could breathe no more

Consciousness was lost although my muscles thought

A part of me gone that can never be re-bought

Section of the soul destroyed as my mind struggled not to go lar-lar

 

The fifth came in the form of a Special Branch Copper

His job to re-enact the attack, in his role he was a rotter

Dragging me out, I must mention

Rough sex his intention

Every day I must fear becoming the prey of another Special Branch Copper

Alison Little

Glacier Core

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Glacier Core

 

She was a beauty, shining black hair

Radiance glowed from her skin so fair

 

Tiny but curvaceous figure, a perfect size eight

Nights out, dressed like she was putting it on a plate

 

A push-up bra partnered with a low cut top was her game

Her plucked up breasts signalled to the guys, pulling their realm

 

Men made advances, transforming into a rattle-snake

Running claw nails down the heart like a well-sprung rake

 

 

 

From the Wirral: Birkenhead, she came

Others from the town would hang their heads in shame

 

Daily train travel from over the Water

Sitting beside a Senior Police Officer, she was his daughter

 

The Police recruited her to do her duty

This was due to her exquisite beauty

 

Academically she outperformed the others at the Institute

On the street, she couldn’t recognise a Prostitute

 

 

Opening up from under her firm breasts

A heart encased in ice within her perfect chest

 

In her eyes, there was never a glimmer of emotion

The glacier surrounding her core sent out a dangerous potion

 

Appointed as Police was given the chance to act against evil

Making the wrong call, holding hands with the Devil

 

As redemption, the Devil will re-use her body for repeated Rape

For her hell beckoning crime in that she let a sex attacker escape

 

The ice will melt in the fires of Hell

Her emotions will become alive as he penetrates her bodies shell

 

For the Rape Victims, she betray’

The Police Women pays as the Devils sperm prey