She pushes her fingernails into her arm
and prays that no one has the power to hurt her anymore
but herself.
Her mind wanders back to when Daddy had one too many
and her mom already slept on the couch
because for some reason, the thought of laying next to him
made her sick.
Her mind always goes blank after that.
Except for the smell of a dirty bedroom
and the feel of fake cotton sheets.
But she cannot see or hear a thing.
There's a place between here and oblivion
where she lingers when she no longer wants to feel.
She is still aware, but not aware enough
to wonder what went wrong.
Sometimes being empty is better than being broken.
A contest entry
- Lost Poems. (Poems That Have Not Been Commented) by HereComesTheSun.
700 points, ended April 25, 88 entries
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Comments
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well done
the plight of sexual abuse is absolutly heartbreaking. i am deeply sorry for your experience. i hope you deal with it with strength and courage.
your poem is haunting and well worded. your solution conveys great personal integrity. well done.
kevin o'connor/ui'connabhair
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such a strong last line; you do a great job painting this picture without giving it away by being blunt we know whats going on we feel the emotion and i hits us dead on with out being like this is the situation... great work
thanks for entering
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