Smothered by a blanket of lies
Cradled in a vise-grip of psychological torment
She tells herself she wants it
She goes along with the whole ordeal
The smiles
The embraces
The shudders
The kisses
The sensual dance that should be enjoyable
...But only rips her open
She closes her eyes
As they threaten to overflow
With reality shunned from her vision
She sees someone else
Who doesn’t see her.
He is far away
He doesn’t dream of her
He doesn’t pine for her
He may think of her occasionally
But not every day
Not constantly
Not as she is pinned to a wall of agony
Tangled in a blanket of lies
Cradled in a vise-grip of psychological torment
The one trapping her seems to care
He doesn’t want to hurt her
But little does he know...
He is merely amplifying the anguish
Pounding in her head
Seeping through her eyes
Flooding through her veins
Poisoning her blood
Weighing down her heart.
He thinks he can soothe any pain he may have caused her
But
It only hurts where he can’t touch.
Author notes
written just a few hours after it happened...
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heart wrenching and disturbing
you have penned this piece in such a way that it takes the reader in a doesn't let them go
excellent display of the emotional side of this and I am sorry this occurred.
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wow...utterly amazing and disturbing. I honestly could feel the fingers probing my own flesh. So much action in this poem that really pushes you and your readers off the edge. I could really feel myself in the poem. You've out done yourself yet again, babe.
stay strong. -
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thanks .. I'm trying
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Thought provoking, disturbing, heartbreaking...and flawless. I've been visiting your site recently waiting for a new piece, and you have delivered...beyond expectations.
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I love it. I like how you repeated one part of it twice it pulls people back a bit.
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