Should old acquaintance be forgot... ( 01/01/1996 )A Poem by LISA TORRES Screaming, I surrender the dream. Trembling hands claw the night. Hot tears stain flushed cheeks. Dreams were all I had left, gentle refuge, my last surviving sanctuary. You have taken so much. What little remains of me lies gasping for breath in putrid pools of shame and disgust. You left your septic stench on my skin. Crippled my spirit with your demon seed. Tattooed my body with your vicious affections. I hid my pain, smothered the anger with laughter and forced smiles. Let it fester and boil in my heart until all that was good and beautiful became dark and diseased with your sickness. You ravaged my soul when you raped my body. Defiled me with your putrid venom and smiled as you crept away, Devil's tail between your legs. I gave up on love, I gave up on life. I paid the price for your sins and have done penance for my own. I refuse to give up my dreams. I will scrape away every bit of slime and pus you left in my heart , and my soul. Pry your cold, dirty fingers from my throat and take back with vengeance all you stole from me that night. Laughing, I will surrender the nightmare. Free my soul from your embrace and take back all that was mine. © 2017 LISA TORRES |
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