Assassinate this flower
Allow her petals to fall
Her silken innocence ripped like her flesh
“Your suffering will free you”
The lines across my face
Represent the cuts across my wrists
But we know
They’re just cracks in the mirrors glass..
The surface above the shattered shards,
Beneath my shell of apathy..
Why should I be afraid?
I’ve tasted this pain
Many times before.
Just let him come.
Watch for subtle body language signals:
Here he comes.
Slides silently into the room,
Slips carefully under my clothes..
Close eyes tight
Relax my muscles
So it hurts less.
Can’t keep this rage in me.
Can’t dissipate this anger..
Convert energy to sorrow,
Change formation from annoyance to self-pity.
Here we go again..
His hands wander
Callously along the curves
Of my flawed body.
Not even my mind
Can provide me with
A sanctuary
An escape..
I’ve run out of sanity..
The promise is about to be broken..
Still not comfortable
In my skin..
Fingers trace my latitude,
As my consciousness fades away..
Suffocating under pressure.
His hands enter,
And I fly away..
Desperate to astral
Out of my own body,
So I don’t feel this..
.Painful.Pleasure.
This Is Wrong
Your love
Is empty.
My mind
Is empty.
My body
Tainted.
My attitude
Flawed.
I never said I was perfect.
Those words
Came from
Your mouth
Not mine.
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True story.
Written October 21st, 2006
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wow. this is really moving, and so tragic. you convey the situation well, and your desription of what happens is subtle but also stands out MORE becos of this.
xxx
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i see sexual abuse happening over and over. the abused tries to escape mentally, emotionally and often fails.
these lines struck me...
'Desperate to astral
Out of my own body,
So I don’t feel this..
.Painful.Pleasure.'
you've touched on the how the abused can feel pleasure, which makes the situation worse...heightens guilt.
i feel for you that this is true and i hope you find answers, forgiveness for yourself and peace. -
Dear poetess,
As it were, this piece of art of tainted, sorrowful truth that leaves the reader asking the question, 'why stay when the love you know is empty?' Atleast.... that's what came to mind after the last word drifted from my tongue. Very good job in telling this story to others, that I applaud you for, and hope that you have a good day today.
Ta-ta,
Z.W. -
I have to agree, there's a disturbing sense of peace written into this. Almost as though it's written in the first person but... not quite, written with distance I guess you could say. Nevertheless, it's a brilliant piece of work. Much love to you
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Knowing that this is a true storie very sad, but to have it so peacfully written, and a nice choice of words too, very well written.
Your love
Is empty.
My mind
Is empty.
My body
Tainted.
My attitude
Flawed.
Loved this near the ending too, I am very sorry still to know this is true, its very terrible.
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