Undress Me
a contemplation about writing poetry about trauma
Writing poetry about my trauma
sometimes feels like all I'm doing
in this sweltering heat
is dressing up my emotions,
bundling them in layers of
itchy, pretty word sweaters,
and heavy metaphor coats,
fiddling with lost-in-communication buttons
that don’t quite fit,
and taking the scarves of similes
and wrapping the wool
around their heads–
mouth,
nose,
eyes,
hair–
until they can’t see or be seen anymore.
I imagine that they are crying out,
“Please,"
"Please."
"Undress me”.
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R.C. Taylor
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Comments (4)
This is so relatable and beautifully written. I love it and congrats on placing in the challenge
I love the metaphor!
I loved this, heartfelt yet with a touch of self-deprecating whimsy. Really well done💙Anneliese
Deeply contemplative and heartfelt. I definitely see a Top Story. Excellent poetic expression of what trauma feels like.