I was their mirror
to vent out, to crash, to reflect
their own vulnerability and moods.
No talking, no questioning.
They knew it better
without using words.
Their gaze was like a gun,
it targeted me.
They conveyed their thoughts
silently.
Wanted to see
only the things
to take advantage of,
to execute
coercive control.
Abuse of dissidence.
Psychological horror carried out
without a plan.
The only goal was chaos,
confusion and mental violence
inflicted
on a pure soul
without their scars,
yet seen on me.
Glowing on them,
but causing prickling and itching
on my sensitive skin
full of unexpected, new moles
that crowd my nerves
creating insidious blisters.
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Painfully powerful words, Maggie. May you come to find someone who is on your side, who will walk with you as friend with friend, & upon whom you can rely.
Insidious blisters sound painful great poem <3