- Non-Erotic Poetry
- An Ending
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WARNING - POSSIBLE TRIGGER, PHYSICAL ABUSE
I'd like to put out there before you read this, that my Sir has never once hurt me in anger. He has never once caused me pain for any other reason that I wanted him to do so.
I wrote this last night, I'm not sure where it came from but here it is.
She cowers
Fists drop
Bruises bloom
She know it's hers
Her fault
Her shame
Her punishment
Cold floors
Aching limbs
Scaling words
She begs him, Stop
His fury
His hate
His torment
Light fades
Eyes close
Life ebbs
Darkness calls her home
It stopped
He stopped
She ...
- COMMENTS
SweetOblivionabout 11 years agobut, alas, poetically weak - there may be more to poetry than words setting out disjointed streams of emotional conscience. Get inside the emotion - what does it feel like - express the need, the desire, the fear and that almost unutterable emptiness once the anger has cooled...
