The sinister strings, wrap themselves restlessly
around rotting memories.
His lips and words, tomorrow will be heard -
again, just like those years ago,
where my tears were his treasured possession
and my body was his unholy abode.
Sickly stomach, as such sordid secrets
shall soon be shown, to the world exposed.
The fear, the sadness and confusion, like a Tsunami,
just bursting to come out, but nowhere to go.
Don't die on me dear heart, I've delved so deep
I need you to serenade me, promise me it's right
to bring such knowledge forth into the light.
His hands, his hips against mine
as words spoken, bring salty stains to my eyes
and I know how much he lied -
each promise that he ever made, deluded
each belief I had, short and secluded.
Breaking the bounds, perhaps? Questions last
for will suicide of secrets kill all he's done,
shall I live in forever loss of control -
He killed me and tomorrow, I will show
each dying flame he left me to save and each moan,
I rang out on nights alone.
Author notes
My ex did bad things to me and has done bad things to others and looked at child porn. Tomorrow, or should I say today, as it's early hours of Wednesday in the UK, I tell on him to the police. Interview at 10.30. So scared, but needs to be done. The right people are supporting me. Sorry if it's bad. I know it is.
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A contest entry
- Escaping from Boredom...I could use a little help, here! by TwoFacedPsycho.
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Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~Post.Secrets Caught in a Poem~ by Bean Sidhe.
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Comments
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A well earned bronze shiny already. While this smacks of sordid detailed secrets and you have some exemplary examples of alliteration (one of my personal poetic devices), I did find myself stumbling a bit on the flow. In particular, the fifth stanza. I wonder if "bounds" was intended to be bonds?
Nonetheless, this was a powerful piece. Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest.
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Honey, if he was doing bad things to you, don't feel bad about it. You won't have to fear him if the police will take care of it. Thanks for the entry and I hope it all works out for you.
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Good for you! It's a hard brave thing to do.
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