Abusers like you don’t kill. That would be too kind.
They ruin your childhood, they ruin your teenage years, instill lifelong fears.
They ruin your academic performance and the chance at higher education. They hold you back in jobs, because you’re afraid, and hold you back in moving away, because they need you to validate them.
And then when we eventually break free, you follow, you interrupt, because we’re too afraid, you molest the ones we love because you feel you have the power. So when they set you straight, and we move far away, you make unholy bonds, you continue following, like a shadow.
You make us believe things are normal, when they aren’t, you make us insensitive to emotion and pain. We cannot be normal, we cannot sleep, we look over our shoulders, to make sure you’re not there. We tell stories about our past, but never reveal, the horrors you brought.
You ruined our lives, and other people’s lives, and you try to ruin our children’s life, and we make them afraid of the boogeyman that you are, even though they never knew you.
And though I told you, a lifetime ago, you are not welcome anymore, that I have grown strong, when you feel threatened, when you are alone, you still feel the need, to let me know, you know where I am, that I owe you, make veiled threats only I understand, as if I care, about you, about your needs, about your meetings, about your god, about your dead.
The truth has been revealed, my past no longer a secret, you may come back, just this once, and I will return, neatly packaged in copper clad, the ruin you brought. And it will be fair, only the birds will know, because nobody cares, about you anymore.
And if you’re a coward now, and only fight boys, you will die slow, because no-one will be there, to pull the plug. Not the brothers, not the sisters, not the children, you never had. One prophecy is true, your corpse will rot, your acts forgotten, your family name, shall die with you.