Photographic Memory

Title : [Redacted]
Date : 6/2/21

Sitting on a bed top struggling
Shuddering
Shaking like a bobble head wondering
Torturing
Listening to my heart pound
Tell me that you hear it sounds
Fluttery
Struggling
Faint almost tainted
His "manhood" trailing up my chest
A saint because it wasn't
Inside, the fear squishes up together
Grasping for a home like it was meant to be there
I can't feel.
Anything real.
The violation struggling to swim to my brain
Barricade
The door wasn't open it was made
I stayed
Still
Whimpering like a hit dog
His hand on my mouth
Twisted fist in his sheets so sog-
gy. Gee. I should've just, I thought I could-
Trust.
Is this what you wanted?
No, just head.
Still shaking, still taking, still taking,
Still taking
I'm making
It back to my mind
Cardiac in my teeth
His body in my sheets
Pages about him when I can't sleep
Don't sleep
Don't speak.

I'm floating
Above my body
Noting
About his hobby
Raping me over and over
Twice in one day
I wonder if he saw me
Sink-ing
Wet sheets
What a gag
So to brag, he snaps me
Broken I unconsciously, zombily attempt to press the pieces back together
Split in half
Half awake in a day dream
Shuddering
Fluttering
My chest has been cut open to fix this heart
Stopped cause its broken
I'm waiting for my other half but she'll never wake again
His token
Of gratitude
To finish me
On me
Dirty towel used
And now I wait
To float back down to earth

I'm awake
Reality my wake
But look closely because I shake
Stuttering
Muttering
Is this what you wanted?

Shuddering

This poem is about: 
Me

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