Speaking Rules
A poem about going back in time, sort of.
If I could meet my younger self,
I'd punch her in the throat
And hope
That the pain would linger.
Maybe it would keep me
Silent.
Maybe I wouldn't spill
Pieces of myself into the gutter,
Into the satisfied narcissists,
The lovers of my future.
I should break my fingers,
While I'm at it,
And stop every one of those
Late night, hopeless, pathetic
Texts that have for so long
Made me suffer my own
Humiliation.
It is humiliating.
I shared too many words
Without ever realizing
There was a word count.
So if I could vanish backwards,
I would punch myself in the throat
And hope that the pain
Would scare me into silence.
Because then it would be
A choice.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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