Reminisce. One.
I just happened to stumble across some poems that I had written when I was in an abusive relationship, over three years ago. I’d like to share them here for you to read, relate to, and maybe take comfort in knowing that you’re not the only one. There are about five odd poems in store, which I’ll keep posting every other day or so. They really aren’t much, lyrically. But they are a very important part of my life, so they matter. Here’s the first one. Or, actually, the last one I’d written before that relationship ended.
Done
Nails tear her flesh
The reddish trails, a souvenir
Tear after salty tear
Sting and kiss her wounds
Growing, growing
Till it can’t be contained
Awaiting it
Her gateway to paradise
The grand explosion. The end.
~
September 2014.
