the silence
is loud
without you.
there are no words
in my empty head
left.
my chest is
hollow
and i don’t know
why people do
what they do.
i just do it with them.
i saw you today
and i did not fall
back
into your arms
because my skin
crawls now
when people touch
me.
my memory
is a broken record player
your thumb on my lips
your eyes in my soul
your face
when you turned
away.
i liked your prison
until i bled onto the
ground
you drank the last drops
of my soul.
i don’t like people
anymore.
i don’t know
why.
but your hands
make my loneliness
safe
and my empty bed
soft.
do not touch me.
i do not like to be touched.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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The River's Due
The river in our village was everything. Giver of life, bringer of death. It provided you with good fortune or stole your future. It was where the priests baptized us and the grandmothers blessed us afterward, in between the washing. The river’s spirit whispered to us all, every day of our lives. When someone was lost to the river, those same traveling priests claimed God had called them home. We nodded to make them feel better, but we knew it was the river that had come calling for its due. We may have come to accept Jesus as our savior, but had our doubts he would have tried to walk our river.
By Shaun Walters3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I don't like people anymore. That was soooo relatable! Loved your poem!
so heartfelt and well written. Thes lines were superb: 'i liked your prison until i bled onto the ground' well done
So impactful with every single word