Sherry Ann Mary Byron

Bio: Sherry wrote: I've been writing poems and stories since i
was 12 years old. I write about life and its experiences that
have come into my life. I was abused from the age of 15 till 22
years old. I am now 28 years old. I write a lot about that abuse.
People who are abused need to know that they can be healed. And
can recover. Through my writing, I have seen the light, where
before there was only darkness. I use my writing and talent to
express myself. I live in Lincoln RI, and I enjoy letting others
read my poetry. I ham happy to share my work with everyone!...
Thank you

Love Nest

He held her in a weird angle, where he could look into her eyes.
He knew just by the way she walked, that she liked everything with
little nonsense, but wild. His dark passionate eyes looked into hers.
He held her by the hair, along with the sweet embrace of his arm.
He told her. Lunch lobster, so I can lick the hot butter off your fingers.
And taste the sweetness of your skin. Then we will take a romantic walk hand
in hand on the beach. Where we can hear the ocean waves crash. Then, perhaps, a movie.
On the lines of "Harry Met Sally" with a sweet touch of "Fatal Attraction".
After relaxing together, we will dance the night away. In a club nearby.
When your lips thirst from the heat of the movement of your body.
I will enlighten you with a sweet passionate drink of your desire.
When the clock hits two.
We both know where to go, and what to do.
I will walk you, my sweet, to your door.
Kiss your lips, in a passionate kiss, that you never will forget.
Then I will let you go, taking care, to be sure you lock your apartment door.
Then he thought, to himself.
Then away I will go into the night, with dreams of you my sweet,
my thoughts making a dance of their own, that will end, leaving my dry pants wet.
The next day, when the sun shines through my bedroom window,
I will awake with your scent, and the taste of your sweetness upon my lips.
Then I shall know, that I am falling in love with you.
My body will shake with lust, like a poison, for you.
But, instead of acting upon my throbbing penis, I will love you dearly with my heart.
For my heart is what will feel forever.
My erection will last just so long.
Each day I will be your Prince, and you my Princess.
Together, loving, sharing, and doing our best.
To build a special place we call our "Love Nest".

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Shattered By Violence

This story is dedicated to all those who have died because of domestic violence.

Desdemona Piers was in some type of conscious state, even though she did not
appear to be conscious. But, she was aware, like someone in a trance. How did
she ever become to be in this condition? She wasn't fully asleep, but not awake
either. Was I abused again?
Am I in surgery...the operation!
Desdemona told herself to wake up. That is the only way to solve this mystery.
But the pain...She had to face it somehow, she would find strength. She had to
face the pain or the possibility of spending an eternity in limbo. Which is it
going to be? The pain steels her. She couldn't move, not her eyelid, fingers,
legs or arms. Desdemona was paralyzed!
She was trapped inside a body that was unable to move.
Medical science has come far...somebody will save her. If Desdemona didn't wake
up soon, and face the pain, the doctors would keep her motionless for fifty or sixty
years. Balancing on the fine line of life and death.
She lays there in fear and loathing, a scream that does not pass her lips but
echoes and re-echoes throughout the black void for several decades. it takes her
that long to come to terms with this horrible possibility. But humans are remarkably
resilient creatures, capable of adapting to the cruelest of fates. Especially when
they have no choice. Desdemona opened her eyes, and here is where reality hit her,
just as bad as the pain. From this moment she decides to come back and fight to be
conscious. Desdemona decides to heal.
Even though healing seems distant, like death, so far away. She starts to heal when
she decides to open her eyes, she welcomes herself to feeling her emotions and her
physical pain. The doctors and nurses are there, but only to do their job. Which is
to keep Desdemona alive and breathing.
WHY?!
Nobody knows and never will even ask.
The tears hit her eyes first, then the choking of the tube that is down her throat.
Soon a release, after hours of choking, deep pain in her throat and lungs. But,
she still breathes. Desdemona feels the burning next. Stitches holding her body
together like an old teddy bear, mended so many times by grandmothers' weak hands.
Arms, legs, chest, stomach, and Oh God Not There!
The burning feels like a flame burning through her entire body. The taste of blood
invades her dry mouth. In the distance, echoes of what they call the operating room
staff. Pain! her nose smashed and swollen, her eyes feel so huge and big, yet she
can just about see. Oh Please let me die!Let me sleep!
Then, Desdemona, her mind starts to remember. Because her body wants to know who
caused her this pain. But she wants to forget. Soon the police will come and grille
her like an overdone hamburger.
As Desdemona awakes once more, she decides she can't hold back the screaming or the
tears any more. She is still so sleepy, but there are nightmares lurking behind sleep
...waiting to get her. She can feel everything, but can't move. She then realizes that
the burning between her legs is the stitches and the violation of rape. She wants to
change her mind, she wants to die. She screams so loud. But even though she is screaming,
she feels like she is whispering.
Soon hands touch her, a nurse or doctor, she hopes. Desdemona cries and cries, wishing
just to die. There's another needle, and the gift of medication, lets her leave this
nightmare. Her last words are "God help me". And she drifts into the darkness of a
powerful numb sleep. The smell of the operating room or recovery room, whichever, is
gone. And she prays for death and fades away.
Desdemona Piers is just seventeen years old, a young girl. She didn't even have time so
start her life yet. Desdemona was violated by the perpetrators that lurk in the night.
All for power and control, they rob and violate the young.
It's cold, and Desdemona feels so weak. The blankets of white cover her body. But,
they can't warm her from the chill. The cold has settled in her bones. The hospital room,
and the fact that a policeman stands at the door, can't protect her anymore.
She opens her eyes, with pain, and in a daze, she sees the IV lines hanging above her.
She can smell the oxygen tube in her nose. And her face feels so huge. She closes her
eyes, and begs God to let it all go away.
When Desdemona opens her eyes again, she lay flat on her back. The hospital bed is
lowered. She cries again, and, soon there is a nurse. They tell her it is okay. And
get her more pain medication. What happened to me?! She asked in a cracked voice.
Yet her mind screams "Don't tell me !!!" But she must know why her body is so heavy and
in so much pain. Let me get the doctor.
A man dressed in green comes into the room, he is the doctor. The man who is the one who
kept her alive. Good to see that you are awake. Try not to move.
Desdemona asks "What happened" with tears falling from her eyes. You have stitches up and
down both legs. Your chest and stomach are also stitched. You have a deep cut on your cheek,
you have two black eyes and a fractured cheek bone. Your ribs are also broken and there is a
fracture in your back.
You were attacked and raped by two men. I am very sorry. With help, you will survive.
But you need to help yourself in order to survive. Do you remember anything? The police
will need to speak to you.
I wanted to make sure it wasn't all just a nightmare. And Desdemona cried. I remember
almost the whole thing. Except when I left my body, because I couldn't run away. I want
to die. Just leave me alone. I am a pig, I feel dirty.
And Desdemona began to scream and cry. There will be plenty of help for you, but just
rest for now. You've been to hell and back again.
There is no help! I am ruined! I was a virgin you know. I was saving myself for when
I marry someone and fall in love with them.
The doctor gave Desdemona more pain medication. And soon she was asleep. There was
nothing her body could do to ease her pain. She would either learn to live with the fact
that she was raped, or die with the violation.
Sleep came over Desdemona, and she almost smiled, because the pain medication made her
feel so good. She could stay like this forever.
The numbness of sleep, held her like her mothers arms. Why care, she was going to die
anyway. Jesus would take her away. She refused to live a life of feeling dirty.
For three days, Desdemona slept and cried.
Whenever she was awake, the police poked at her for the story of what had happened.
She told them everything she could. Breaking down with every sentence.
On the fourth day, Desdemona decided not to speak to anyone anymore. She closed up and
she went deep inside. She crawled into the corners of her mind, and she cried and stayed
there.
People came and sometimes she listened to what they said, other times, she was too far
away. Desdemona felt the pain, because the pain medication stopped coming, and sleep van-
ished.
She lay there with her eyes open. She looked at the ceiling. And her tears would fall
on their own and she would let them. Her mother sat by her bed and she cried. Soon she
stopped coming. Soon the police left and never came back.
Desdemona was surrounded by darkness. She was re-abused all over again when the doctors
removed all her stitches. Day after day, the pain of the wounds grew less. But the
emotional pain never left. The darkness closed over and she waited to die.
They moved her to a place where the insane live. Desdemona still lay there and waited
for her death. People came less often. Medications were given to her that made her see
things that were not there. She was abused by the things that came from the walls and the
ceilings. She would scream, but the scream would never come from deep inside.
Everybody had given up on her. And she didn't care. Nobody ever talked to her anymore.
There was just the darkness and the silence.
The telephone rang and the old woman answered it hello.
Hi, this is Sara Franklin, calling from Tea Gardens Memorial Psychiatric Hospital. I
need to tell you that your daughter Desdemona Piers died this morning at two am. We
will need you to make arrangements for the body. When the patients go, we like to get
them out of here as fast as we can. To make room for other patients.
Judith Emily Piers hung up the telephone. She went back to her bed and cried. She
then took hold of her emotions and called her son. Judith told him to handle everything.
Judith knew her daughter was dead the day she saw her mind and body shut down. The
doctors ruined her life when they told her daughter that she was raped. The doctors
killed her daughter by telling her. At least God has finally given her rest and peace.
Desdemona wouldn't suffer any more.
It took God a long time, but He saved her. Judith held the gun to her head and she shot
herself. Now, Judith Emily Piers would be with her daughter forever.
Her waiting and her daughter's waiting were all over. Nobody would ever hurt again.
God saved, and gave eternal peace where there was pain and suffering.

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Flowers

Flowers on my sheet,
Flowers in my hair,
Flowers everywhere.
Flowers of love,
Flowers to bring joy,
Oh boy!
Red roses of love,
beauty of your love,
Send flowers,
everyday,
Sadness they take away.
Flowers over here,
Flowers over there,
Flowers, Flowers, Flowers,
everywhere.

Reprinted with permission from the author.

This page was last updated on August 9th, 1999.