You asked for itA Poem by R. SchreiberThat feeling. Those hands. The tingle and ache remains searing in my skin. Maybe that's just the bruises; the bruises I've painted over. That tight grip. Those words. The constant shudder and coldness as your voice echoes in my mind. "It's okay gorgeous, it'll feel amazing; it'll feel like you're floating." The cries. The sudden numbness. He was right, I was floating. I didn't want to, but I was. I wanted to be drowning, but I wasn't. The ache. The emotional numbness. They never left me, constantly spewing false words of fault. "You were asking for it, you had it coming," but where was the sign taped to my back? The one where I asked for his assault?
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Added on November 8, 2018 Last Updated on November 8, 2018 AuthorR. SchreiberAboutOverflowing with strikhedonia Feel free to message me with any questions, hope you like my pieces! more..Writing
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