She’d always been a sickly child Right from the very start Something was twisted inside of her People suspected something was wrong with her heart Her mother would fuss a lot Protectively taking care of all her needs With medication and doctors aplenty Administering her story book reads
She’d go out to play with her friends And after a little while start feeling faint Something was twisted inside of her A grim picture of health she would paint In the evening she would be too unwell To sit with the family at the dinner table She would spend her time throwing up Always nauseous , forever unstable
In no condition to attend school like the other kids Her mother was her entire world But something remained twisted inside of her That refused to let her be just another girl Her mother would feed her food and medicines Slowly watch her slurp the hot soup No matter how many drugs were given to her She was asked to be kept cooped
Somehow she dragged on till she reached fifteen People would tell her ma how sorry they felt That something was twisted inside of her How they were sad they couldn’t be of help Her mother would weep, be comforted And then go back to attending to the sick People would rally around her mother Who tried to make her better using every trick
And then one day after being unwell for a while She finally died and was at peace Something no longer was twisted inside of her Her soul at last found the much needed release At her funeral her mother was inconsolable Her father serious and heartbroken He’d managed to dig up her medical records And was left with a horrifying token
The following week her mother was arrested For having kept her daughter perpetually ill For that something that had been twisted inside of her She refused to go quietly until She was shown how she’d fed poison slowly To her unsuspecting, trusting little girl Ruled a homicide she was thrown in jail for life Her nasty mind finally to the world unfurled
A dark place is the mind of a mother who manages To twist something inside of her own child Just so that more attention can be drawn To herself and more sympathy derived Labelled a mental illness it survives In parents who outwardly look loving and upright Munchausen by proxy is a disease that takes The life of an innocent and naive child
Munchausen by proxy is a mental illness in which a person acts as if an individual he or she is caring for has a physical or mental illness when the person is not really sick. Often the victim is made to look sick by the person in order to gain attention and sympathy. As a result, they do real harm to their children in order to fabricate symptoms. Munchausen by proxy is a serious mental condition that should be reported in order to stop the person from being a caregiver to a child who naively accepts the help thinking of it as love and affection.
childauthor_345Damn you left stunned at writing of this rollicking and thrilling writeup on a concerning note
lovenotes_from_carolynAstounding, astonishing, awesomely penned depiction!! Munchausen was highlighted in the Bruce Willis film "The Sixth Sense," back in 1999. It was so jarring that I never forgot that part of the movie. Your depiction here of Munchausen is penned to perfection, eerily eye opening, and thoroughly chilling!
pallavi4@lovenotes_from_carolyn thank you so much ! Your encouragement means the world to me. You’re absolutely right, sixth sense did show this disease in detail. It has remained etched in my mind too since. It was horrific and extremely terrifying .
He looked at her with lust filled, round beady eyes He’d lured her with a bunch of sweet sounding empty words - all lies Her youthfulness to him was a great allure Their secret this would be he had insured While she sat innocently looking outside the window Time seemed to go into a state of limbo He fussed about the room several things arranging Only his fervour remaining unchanging She looked at him with her naive large eyes Never once suspecting him of creating a disguise To entice her into a deceitful web so brilliantly woven That she couldn’t have escaped even if she’d chosen As she waited for him to tell her what to do Watching him on a beetle leaf slowly chew He’d arranged the sheets on the nearby bed The bed sheet was printed with big flowers in red She walked towards her table and sat down His hawk like gaze turned into a frown Wondering if she would resist if he hurled himself at her He wondered if it would better on the floor lined with a carpet in fur While he contemplated this complex riddle in his mind She started searching in hopes to find A box of broken crayons in her bag she’d left on her study table before While he moved quietly to lock the door And came to stand behind her watching her sing and draw Her house, her parents and him - her uncle she regularly saw He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her in his arms His familiarity in her mind raised no alarms She was placed on the brightly coloured bed He came to realise this would be easier than what he had read Her five year old self would never remain the same He’d convinced her this was all a game In the name of family he was about to break all bounds Simply by being the uncle who constantly lurked around Trust is a simple thread that transforms into a complex knot She should’ve been better than this taught For her parents negligence she paid a heavy price that day When it was all over he stubbed his cigarette in an ashtray As he left he waved at her playfully and said “Don’t tell mommy anything or I’ll lose my cred” Although she was confused by the strange game She decided to stay mum rather than repeat the same She wondered how she’d get better at it like he had assured her And bit into the chocolate he’d given while the afternoon turned into a blur
I awoke with a scream and saw blood on my hands Her unmoving form was beside me and a knife was in my hands Startled and shaken, the knife slipped from my hands The situation seemed bizarre and out of my hands How had the knife and blood made their way into my hands? I stood up unsteadily , placing my weight on my hands And glanced around and again at my bloody hands In the middle of nowhere , out of place looked my bloody hands A rope I thankfully found placed beside her slashed hands I tied her legs and bound her two fragile and mangled hands Then dragged her to the nearby lake by her hands I threw her into the lake using all the strength in my hands I threw the knife too, flung it with my hands Then cleaned the blood off carefully off of my hands The crime scene now didn’t hold a connection to me or my hands I was bewildered that I had managed a murder with these artistic hands I walked towards the winding road looking at my hands Mentally I wouldn’t be able to rid the blood off of my hands I stumbled and fell down often weighing down on my hands Yet I continued walking for the sake of these very hands Only a brush and paint ever had been held by these hands Now in a mess I was thanks to the wilfulness of my hands Why did I have to commit a crime using these artist’s hands ? I looked at the light at the end of the road covering my eyes with my hands It became brighter till it shone from between my hands It was then that I woke up from my dream screaming and waving my hands At the source of the light trying to stop it with my hands I took my head into my tired and long fingered hands Then kept staring confused at the paleness of my innocent, bloodless hands
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner of-“Doorway to hell” by Arturas Slapsys
I tried oh so hard to write this in 40 lines! Couldn’t and failed!! I’m so very sorry …. I couldn’t completely adhere to all the rules today . Was having so much fun writing it , only realised I’d exceeded the limit only while posting. 😞
pallavi4@childauthor_345 thank you so very much for your encouragement and kind words . I’m very happy that you liked the post and enjoyed reading it 😊
pallavi4@luvnotes_challenge_host thank you so much! I’m elated you liked the post. After I wrote and read it, I realised it was sounding oh so scary and pondered for a long time if or not I should post it. Then I figured I should take a shot . I’m very happy you approve even though I exceeded the word limit by a lot ! Hehe
luvnotes_challenge_hostYes, it was really a fantastic piece! And as mentioned, I went over the line maximum this time too, so I had to give everyone a free pass.
After the war the boots were invited To break bread with the Earl They were made to eat on silverware that Had been polished till it shone like pearls. Uncomfortably they twitched while Seated on elegant silver chairs Unaware of what to do with the several Pieces of shining silverware . Realising they were uneasy the Earl asked The forks and plates to be removed And proceeded to dip hunks of bread In the spicy broth and soup . The boots ate to their hearts content And thanked the Earl for the meal . They were happy he had not embarrassed them By making their lack of elegance a big deal. “Your contribution is far too great for this to Be of any consequence at all,” he smiled and said “Your lives are far too precious than Any number of loaves of bread “. They said, “We thought why would an Earl Care about a couple of hired guns “ “We are glad you’ve been so considerate This was a lot of fun “.
I was born on a summer’s eve In the mind of an ordinary man He was delighted by the thought of me And around me carefully designed a plan He decorated me with frills and fancy And chipped away all my rough sides In his brain I was next big thing To keep me safe he had to hide He nurtured me like I was a sapling And tweaked me slightly everyday And one day he decided that I was finally Ready to be put on display Proudly he carried me with him as we went To see his friend who would his luck change We bounded up the stairs to see him And landed in a room that looked oddly strange My owner kept his cool as he relayed Details about my shape and make Seeing the glint in the other man’s eyes A wave of doubt off himself he did shake The man was delighted and seemed glad Rejoicing, excitedly he shook his hand He asked him to come in a few days till then He told him, he would put me under a scan So off my owner went , entrusting me To the man who was to change his life On reaching home he could barely contain His joy, his elation and delight A few days later, he went to see his friend The one who had me in his care He knew he would get a good price for me He was certain his friend would be fair On his arrival his friend refused to see him He was told he was out of town My owner left feeling dejected till he saw Something that turned his dejection into a frown Posters of me had been put all over I was everywhere to be seen His friend had tricked him and stolen me And quietly fled the scene Who was I to call my owner? To whom did I really belong ? The person who had given birth to me Or the one that had sung me like a song? Disheartened that his ticket to a good life Had gone to a total waste Not only had he lost me, he had lost a friend Of the real world he’d finally had a taste In the next few days as I gathered momentum He went slowly into a depressed state Wondering all the while that to be a failure Was his destiny or his fate .