a story many of us are familiar with: the abusive family/authority figure. this documents the climax of our relationshit, and her vehement refusal to see what she's done.
her poison dripped
from her fingertips
my paper thin naivety
was about to rip
assisted by venomous words
falling out of her lips
her toxins flowed into my soul...
the scathing abuse still echoes
in the catacombs of my mind...
hallowed screams are not
internal, proverbial;
they are right there
in her face
vibrating the walls
slamming the fucking door,
but she still gives more
puking insults into my mouth
like a twisted motherbird
oh god
I can't
take it anymore
her eyes are black slits
like the tar in my lungs
drilling past all my defenses
threatening to devour
another piece of my soul
and I detest myself, for
giving her the satisfaction of
breaking me,
un-making me
with nothing but words, it seems
but there's so much more...
I have to ride her bipolar tides
like an emotionally tethered whore;
I mist hide in my windowless hole
toiling over ending it all
writing my final good-byes
only to be summoned
to do a job that's not even mine;
you take the letters and cheques
addressed to me, forging
the signature needed
to take it all for your own.
...yet you still wonder
why I broke that day
I couldn't hit you
although you were
punching me, relentlessly,
with forceful language...
I don't know how to undo
all the bruises I've gleaned from you
my fractured consciousness carries on
and the shock has me convinced
I haven't seen the last of you.
in mutual desperation...
you will call me inside
and I will want to crawl back
but I will not let you
embrace me,
deface me,
chase me
into your hole...
I cannot let you
harm me anymore...
Poetry by Lizz K.
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Written on 2014-03-31 at 16:37
Tags Abuse Ignorance
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Upon a blank slateher poison dripped
from her fingertips
my paper thin naivety
was about to rip
assisted by venomous words
falling out of her lips
her toxins flowed into my soul...
the scathing abuse still echoes
in the catacombs of my mind...
hallowed screams are not
internal, proverbial;
they are right there
in her face
vibrating the walls
slamming the fucking door,
but she still gives more
puking insults into my mouth
like a twisted motherbird
oh god
I can't
take it anymore
her eyes are black slits
like the tar in my lungs
drilling past all my defenses
threatening to devour
another piece of my soul
and I detest myself, for
giving her the satisfaction of
breaking me,
un-making me
with nothing but words, it seems
but there's so much more...
I have to ride her bipolar tides
like an emotionally tethered whore;
I mist hide in my windowless hole
toiling over ending it all
writing my final good-byes
only to be summoned
to do a job that's not even mine;
you take the letters and cheques
addressed to me, forging
the signature needed
to take it all for your own.
...yet you still wonder
why I broke that day
I couldn't hit you
although you were
punching me, relentlessly,
with forceful language...
I don't know how to undo
all the bruises I've gleaned from you
my fractured consciousness carries on
and the shock has me convinced
I haven't seen the last of you.
in mutual desperation...
you will call me inside
and I will want to crawl back
but I will not let you
embrace me,
deface me,
chase me
into your hole...
I cannot let you
harm me anymore...
Poetry by Lizz K.
Read 872 times
Written on 2014-03-31 at 16:37
Tags Abuse Ignorance
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