You took what wasn't yours to take.
And salty rivers run down my face.
Haven't I been through enough?
Now you're just another memory I cannot erase.
I'm clenching my fists tightly...
Manicured nails digging into each palm.
I'm shaking, rocking back and forth.
Craving a single shred of calm.
Glancing at the knife on the table in front of me,
I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself against the action.
But it's calling to me, screaming my name.
Telling me it'll be my only chance for brief satisfaction.
Mascara tears continue to paint my unmasked face,
As a trembling hand reaches for a blade.
Your face and voice echo through my mind...
Suddenly determined, I know this is the only way I can make you fade.
Minutes that seem like hours into the future...
A shaking hand blots a rag against a fresh incision.
Oh god, what have I done?
Tears blur my vision.
I vow it'll never happen again...
But deep down I know that statement is not true.
These are my reminders, my remedies, and stories.
My self-inflicted, quick-fix tattoos.
Author notes
Wonderful contest. Thank you for hosting.
I was raped about a month ago, by someone I really trusted, and this feels like it is my only method of release, besides my writing. I also suffer from mental illness.
Anyways, it's been my escape for a long time, and as much as I hate it, I love it for how it makes me feel.
Again, I think this is a great contest. Thank you again for hosting it.
A contest entry
- Defy the Cliche by Immortal Obscurity.
875 points, ended April 23, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thoughts? Comments? Puhlease?
Comments
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Incredible
This is beautiful writing on a sad subject. It made me cry, because I've been there, too... I'm so sorry for what you went through.
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Awesome poem
Dramatic poem, very intense and well written!
I loved it.
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