While you quietly watched,
my lover crawled up my throat
like a blossoming rose,
thorns nailing my tongue as I suffocated.
His rage was a storm that fed
the parasitic but beautiful flower,
a deluge of dizzying words meant
to crush me further.
But not so dizzying that they
couldn't be seen for the inclement
weather they were by anyone truly watching.
And you were—watching, that is.
But you would say nothing.
Even when I desperately tried
to meet your eyes, pleading for help.
You would say nothing.
To me. To him.
Nothing.
You never interrupted.
Often, you'd walk away,
leaving me to deal with the forces
of nature waging war alone
and often he'd use your silence
as a weapon against me since
that must mean that he was right
if my own friend did not speak up for me.
And it is difficult to admit that in me,
there will always be both inner child
and adult is crying out in tandem to you,
one who I had protected so many times before:
Why did you not protect me
when I couldn't protect myself?
Why did you leave me alone?
Why did you choose to be a bystander
in the destruction of myself?
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.
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Compelling and original writing
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Comments (5)
Twisting that rose into words of woe: what an excellent piece. Your words dig deep.
nice
I love what you do with words!!!
Very well done 💔
oh this is so sad and powerful! there are many breathtaking lines