Stripped.

Stripped.

A Poem by Zöe Selemane-Kiangala
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A poem. It has some serious topics like abuse. So if you think I need to change the audience to mature then do say. There are several ways to read it.

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Stripped.

Dragged into the dark, it welcomes me, again. The air is tense and overwrought though seldom do I feel so melanchony to be back here, once more.
Im here, your here, but none of it is real. I talk, you talk, but we both say nothing.

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Music to your ears, cacophonous to mine. My pain your pleasure, we clash like a duel between two warriors, two swords. Words are spat like blood from fresh slaughter. Blood trickles to touch our hearts.

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Your shadow touched my shadow, but still I felt some strain. Your face your grin burned through my skin and to my soul, left holes; I avert my gaze to the floor. Snake bite, beastly, ready to steal. Carnivorous, craving, I am your everything.

The shame, the guilt that wraps you at this time. I stripped down bare, bleeding you, bore open my wounds, inhumanly wailed and tore my vocal chords. You see what you have done clear as water. The soul you tore apart.

So you hush, you hush, like a mother to a baby. Though that kind of relationship was severed, decapitated, you must feel so irate. You did it unwillingly. And yet you still repeat.

Numb and breathless, hating you I lie like a foetus. Defenseless, defunct, naked, so easy to claim my body for your own, you sit and stare. My eyes, they rain. And you, you drink it.

The dark still lingers filled with doubts and maybes. Your methods and torture make me ask myself what are you trying to create? Your mental killing spree. It will never make ends meet.

You mention you and me, but there will never be us. Eclipsing that statement forever, such slander and burdens should never be shared. Ill put them on a train. To some bottomless pit.

© 2011 Zöe Selemane-Kiangala


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The relationship of the abuser and their victim is well stated here, yet muted

Posted 13 Years Ago


Each word moved me. Just impressive and emotional. One of the best pieces I have read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Deeply spoken

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very deep and emotional. I get what you mean when you say it can be read several ways. Don't think this needs to go mature. Good flow and overall feel to this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


incredibile. It really has meaning and depth to the pain people feel.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Holy f**k. I'm sorry but this was incredible.

I loved the ways you used to describe everything, the shadows, the foetus.

Wow. Sorry for the foul language but this was f*****g AMAZING. You took every deep, dark feeling of pain and heartbreak, and weaved it into this amazing depiction of darkness and corners, and your use of the fetal image was brilliant. A foetus is so vulnerable, no control etc. It represents so many things on so many levels and you created this perfect metaphor.

This is going into my favorites. I can't wait to read your other work. GREAT stuff.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great Job, I could really feel the strong emotions coming out of your words, they have strong meaning and we're really well done, I don't think anyone would forget reading this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


vividly merose, plucked the heartstrings into a rhythmic wind of soft whispers

Posted 13 Years Ago


My eyes, they rain, And you, you drink it... Masterful expression and very dark, vivid imagery. It has a magnetic gothic appeal.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Words are spat like blood from fresh slaughter. Blood trickles to touch our hearts."

"My eyes, they rain. And you, you drink it."
My favorite lines
i like this poem.



Posted 13 Years Ago



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Zöe Selemane-Kiangala
Zöe Selemane-Kiangala

London, United Kingdom



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I'm 17. I like reading and writing poetry. However, I appreciate art in all forms. Its probably what I live for and crave. I like colours, pretty things and shiny things. If you want anything of yours.. more..

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