HimA Poem by Emily SutliffHim
I’m
in a room full of stares. They
must see what I see. She looks down
and notices her legs. She stares and
discovers the frail outline of her silhouette. It’s
okay, though. I
have him. He
helps me see the dark when the light is too bright. Oh,
he has taught me so much. He
taught me that having good looks means more than feeling good in your heart. I
see that now. She aches as the
true soul of her body drips down from her eyes and down the sides of the cheek. She also clasps
her hands together and stares at them out in front of her at arms length. It’s
become a rigid routine. A
routine that I want to stick with. I
have a special place in my head for him. No
matter what I do, my mind is always full of him. Taunting. She got used to
the feeling of letting him be in control. It seemed so
simple and so right. No
one will ever experience this kind of comfort I have. He
makes me feel like I can always be working on myself. Never
be too comfortable though, because I am not perfect in his eyes yet. Everyone
thinks they know what is best but they just don’t. They
don’t know what great safety and how secure he makes me feel. They
don’t understand that I am trying to better myself. They
need to let me go. They have. She has no one
because she left them in a blink of an eye. No one knew what
to do about him. I’ll
be fine as long as he is with me, and I with him. She looks in the
mirror and sees what he has done. She’s gone. He won. E.S. © 2016 Emily SutliffFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on March 4, 2016 Last Updated on March 4, 2016 AuthorEmily SutliffEagan, MNAboutI am a college student at the University of Minnesota aspiring to be a writer and a freelance photographer. I love to paint and write according to what my paintings were inspired by. I love sipping on.. more..Writing
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