belts may sting

Read the poem instead.

There is no trepidation this time

            --only a sort of anticipation

            and curiosity--

your voice no longer sets fear off.

I will not quake, or quell my tears,

because there are none to cry.

 

Threatening to hit me is an old one,

and one I am familiar with.

Reminiscent lashes of a belt

on my palms isn’t painful

            --you’ve stopped

            because it isn’t really punishment,

anymore.

 

It must’ve hurt before,

but I really don’t know anymore.

Whatever pain there might have been

is numbed by the icy sharpness

of your words.

 

And how those switch in a sequence

of capricious seasons. 

Author's Note

Ahhh.

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

Your vocabulary is very dynamic. Versatile. It really is in your favor. Nice work! The last two lines are almost perfect. You have a running trend of harsh and soft sounds between every few lines that really blows me to pieces.

[....]

wow such a powerful read here, i like this write alott

[Wondering Mind]

numbed into less than nothingness, well expressed.

[R.O.M.E.T.S.I.]

This is a powerfull poem. It couldn't be better expressed. The pain and fear, how they're gone, it's amazing. Wonderfull job.

[Legolas]

Such a powerful poem. There is no more physical pain but rather intense emotional pain. I applaud this wonderful poem.

[Tai Ryens]

There is a fine line between abuse and punishment, and this poem seems to stand on the border; leaning towards abuse. Emotions were captured well here, great job!