He left me with wounds I couldn't speak of
He used me , then left me
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM ;)*
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My memory is a soft animal, easily frightened and prone to hiding behind curtains.
Mine hides behind 2 am, at a park where it's a globe of stillness.
I remember crying after
Not the kind you recall-
Not a soft call, or cinematic
It was sharp. Tangible
Visceral
Like teeth on skin
"You okay?" He gets off me
He looked at me like I was somewhere far away.
I didn't answer. I couldn't-
I froze.
I couldn't move my arm, my leg, my head, or even my breath.
We lay there a while, in the middle of the oval-
The world is a ring around us...
We just had sex
I wouldn't call it that in my head though...
My body hadn't said yes.
"You good?" Again.
Like the world still hadn't ended.
I close my eyes
His figure is imprinted into the darkness
I keep seeing something, not black-
But a blackness with shape... a creature with no name
It followed me down~
I open my eyes
It is 5 am
He was gone
Like a magician's coin
I curl into myself
The sky above me was bruising into morning
The park was hollow...
He left me.
With wounds I couldn't speak of...
When I try to remember before I closed my eyes
My mind switches off
Like it, too, wants to disappear~
He used me, then left me...
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Thank you for reading my story! :D <3
*This is not from my personal experience*
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Dark, Surrealism, Psychological, Nature, Mythical, Whimsical
~๐ข๐ฝ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ช ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น~
Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
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Comments (10)
The poetic rhythm here feels like fragments of memory trying to reassemble themselves. Itโs an exceptional use of pacing and space to convey the dissociation that follows trauma.
This piece speaks so powerfully to the kind of pain that lingers in silence. Your words hold raw truth and vulnerabilityโeach line feels like it was carved from real experience. Thank you for giving voice to what so many feel but canโt say.
Gosh Kodah. I canโt believe this wasnโt based on personal experience because this was so raw and real. Love the music you paired your writing with too. Excellent.
Whoa. That was intense and raw Kodah! That โmemory is a soft animalโ line? Yeahโฆ that oneโs gonna live rent-free in my head.๐
Stunning writing! I thank God that this wasn't your experience, Kodah.
An unfortunate, all too often, reality for many. Kodah, I have to say, you truly are an artist. Do you also paint? Just a thought that came to my mind while reading.
This is so visceral and disturbing, still it is reality every day. thankfully not for you.
I'm so relieved that this didn't happen to you. But unfortunately, it's something that happened and still happening to many others ๐ฅบ
You have conjured a dreadful episode herein and the implication that a malevolent being other than the primary characters was involved is most intriguing!
A lot of encounters are this way.๐ซ I hate that you experienced it