Lucky~

depressions

little dimples where life

pressed

its marble sized hollows

excessively

until my skin absorbed

each moment of pressure

and my body became a tattoo

of fingerprints

handprints

leaving their mark

a

     n

           d

I could cry

or sharpen my blade

however, they are mine

my pain

I prefer to own them

these slivers of memory

I wear

like strips of cloth

around the bend

where

every strike to knees

scraping existence bloody

arrived involving  a lesson

in inflexible reality

coaxing early maturation

to manifest

as

either

humanE in the human

or inhumane in the blood speckles

at the corner of a child’s mouth

beads

perverse cultivation

always delivered with a bruise

or two

birthing those flat eyes

that are like thick ink

at the bottom of a bottle;

I was lucky to escape my fate

lucky to be given a quill

instead of a bottle

to bleed my pain

 

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Reviews

[Ron]

Hi Selene, Like I said before I feel your pain I was abused and used starting at 4 years old . Too many of as have . I loved your poem and almost cried for you and myself. But we are survivors and no man or woman should beat, sexual abuse, dehumanize or shame another person. The scars are forever torture, but like you thank god I have had other things and good people remind me that not everyone is cruel! Your sword is the pen but it dosent hurt to have you katari handy. Thanks for touching my heart and reminding me Im not alone. Your writings are like a pain pill and a scar remover at the same time. Lots of Love Ron

[I'llPlayTheJuliet]

Wow... so riveting, and gripping, amazing to say the least..

[kuru]

omg that was exhilerating! and heartfelt...just awesome! you know how to take your readers on a ride "I was lucky to escape my fate, lucky to be given a quill, instead of a bottle to bleed my pain" such profound words!

[SpokenWord]

I too am happy your drain your pen on paper and not soak it from the bottle. Lucky indeed to break that cycle and find an exit that allowed one to bloom. I am always saddened by these situations and often feel helpless in doing anything about it. Your work is always wonderful to read and your lessons are meant for all to hear.

[Goodbye]

Thank you - for your quill, your honesty. The line, "I prefer to own them" is so full with the reality that we can't wish, can't go back, can't re-do.

The violence is so condemning; so few of us come out truly alive, and you my Love are so alive ~ warm hugs from one that knows.

[Jennifer Lenhardt]

writing is the ultimate outlet - so lucky, yes! and you... seemed to be blessed with the incredible ability to so eloquently string words. loved this!

[Linear]

And you bleed quite well, for myself i would rather hurl it far far away than keep it to myself, the ink at the bottom of the bottle i know quite well, let us all rather dip our quills and bleed it out in writing.
impressive writing

[The Raven King]

This seems a very personal piece with vibrant imagery and uncomfortable voyueristic glances into a past and mind not healed yet not defeated. I think this piece would benefit with some punctuation. I am not fond of the line "my body became a tattoo of fingerprints" I understand what you are trying to convey, but the wording does not match the imagery that I think you want.
I think your line breaks are interesting and your word choice great as always. Nice piece.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You exspressed the deep anger of being beaten dow, but only to pull yourself up and start a fresh! great write!

[Wolf]

very well written

[AlieahRose]

I LIKE THIS...
IT MAKES ME WONDER...
ABOUT THE SPEAKER'S LIFE...
JOB WELL DONE...