There Is (An Original Poem)
There Is
To remembering abuse
can be both emotional and physical
and can be perpetrated by all,
gender no bar:
There’s an old house
on the mountains
it stands on worn down stilts
and sighs against crumbling rains
tainted with Nails ripping walls
and haunted truths behind prayers
surviving the waking
nightmares on my grace
There's a broken timepiece stuck
on midnight conversations
of empty bottles
and bleeding flesh
of violence turned into
regretful caress
lost in the
glassblowers curse
need for heat; death by love
There's a broken lamp
surrounded by dead moths
broken wings trying to escape
pinned down by the unseen debt
of my insecurities; fighting relentlessly
for the mercy of your
regret on my bruised visage
There's a shiver of nostalgia
within my past fragility
separating my fire from embers of her
echoing breath like rhythmic scorn;
stifling her dominion over me
Her memory no more devouring
Her scent no more crippling.
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