Feeding on Feelings

staggering backwards into two seconds ago............

He tore himself apart for breakfast until he resembled the seasons that were running down the unimportant streets of silence.  
Hoping for an endless meal because he was afraid he had seen this all before and was simply famished.

A creature observed the return of a shower of attention and suddenly found itself hiding in the back of his kitchen, while silence took the risk of creating fireworks in both their minds.

Ice-water peered cautiously over the rim of his glass as it gathered as if waiting for back up, with an agitation that was all too familiar it called out in a voice that toppled over the realization that it was permanently trapped.

A tangle of small wonder that called itself understanding did not trust the voices of time as they had become wildly deformed and held onto the same chill as the glass that stared back with no apology.  

The next instant brought a sudden end that urgently painted torrents of strange confusion into everything else. Yet when he asked what had happened the creature played hell for a couple of minutes as it staggered backwards into two seconds ago.

He swung around looking in the back of his kitchen for advice, deeply troubled as ice-water seemed to form in his veins.  He existed by nourishing himself with his own feelings and yet was still hungry.  The creature knew as it watched him advance to the back of his kitchen that the man’s hunger had not been appeased.   

The creature cringed with the same fear as the ice-water peering over the rim of his glass knowing it was trapped.  It watched as he advanced to take his next bite with eyes as cold as the glass where the ice-water was trapped.

Nourishment was at hand within the feelings of the creature……as he closed in I realized the creature in the back of his kitchen, was me.

Author's Note

About emotional verbal abuse, not about current events, more of an experiment in writing.

Reviews

[Aidz]

Ill call this a stoem part story part poem...now for the write

Very different piece from you Neva, I like it when you experiment and play here, there is this gorgeous dark side to you that you hold close but when you allow it out it plays with such depth and emotion. Let it out to play more and let us see the "real" Neva, if you dare...

Says the Serpent to the Angel

You know I like it :)

[Collin Hinds]

I don't advocate violence, as a general rule, but the abuser could stand a little more tweaking and made a little more overtly violent; someone a person could love to hate. Nice piece.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Dark, brooding, intense. Very cool, Neva.

[Rene Velez]

interesting style Neva, a switch from the norm which I think is great, and this poem speaks volumes, a clear message, like a beacon of light, Bravo..

[∂αʌ<..]

its more precisely a prose poem!
a very different style of what you used to write before but interesting too!
a pleasure to read your work as usual!

[Muse]

My mind went a million different directions at first, then I read your note, reread it, and it all made sense. I think you should continue exploring the world of story telling, it was very entertaining. Bravo!

[Lily Mae]

"Nourishment was at hand within the feelings of the creature……as he closed in I realized the creature in the back of his kitchen, was me."

I certainly wouldn't tear it apart.. It actually makes sense to me about emotional abuse.. We trap ourselves in the corner seeking safety and yet sometimes get stuck there and never leave again.... Love it Neva..xx

[Raven Starhawk]

Your choice to use bold letters makes this easier on my eyes as I am almost blind as a bat. ^^* But this stood out. I like the way you composed this.

[Ruth]

OMG! Neva...this is prose, free form stream of hard and serious power! lol
Astonishing work lovely! Brilliant! To realise that, to bring it to such an end...unsettling as well as exhilirating!
Hit the core!
xx

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A terrific job, the story telling nature with its scenery just makes it aawesome :)

[w2de35657u687y4324rf]

"The next instant brought a sudden end that urgently painted torrents of strange confusion into everything else."
In the inception of your piece I felt that this line caught the theme of your writing, though, as I gazed longer into the work sense prevailed and I found a more favoried line:
"Nourishment was at hand within the feelings of the creature……as he closed in I realized the creature in the back of his kitchen, was me."
This stanza appealed to me for a few reasons: 1) Of course, the epiphany of both the writer and reader. 2) I feel that the 'creature' is also a cook. I buy into the idea that the man has an abused, at-home wife who slaves in the kitchen. The state of the creature and its residence support this claim in a poetic way. What better way is there? I feel that we resolve to a concrete idea with the last stanza and, with great fear, understand that the we(creature) can only remain as brimming ice-water. Excellent piece. Congratulations.