
A Saffron sun rising
Egyptian-blue sky peeking through
A beautiful morning must be coming soon
Swirling energy dancing off my body
I’m starting to feel the weight swaying off
I now see my new door,
It leads to an empty room
One where there are empty shelves to grow my flowers
A lonely bookshelf in the corner, opened for new experiences and memories
A window that brightens up my space
The light is at once flowing under my feet
Shining over a new road
And although, my memories lay suppressed
Images surface now and then
Tainting my dreams and forcing me to see my life as a scene
There was nothing anyone could have done
My fate was sealed before the moment I was conceived
The right people failed me, their blindfolds?
Still on
I still see him, gently disruptive
Making me believe it was right, blinding me of my own scars
Crushing my brain and reshaping my thoughts
He was so hungry
He was so thirsty
He slurped on my blood while he leaked in my throat
Choking me
Intoxicating me
And like nothing ever happened, I would arrive back home
With my hands tied and a fake smile to hide my broken mind
Time after time
Nightmare after nightmare
I drifted apart, further and further from myself
From the truth
I’m finally awake after two decades
Life harder than ever before because all over there’s dried up blood
Is this my mess to undertake?
As a child I remember thinking: “Should I stay or should I just crawl through?”
Without giving it a second thought, I peeked out of my subconscious
There it was,
A tree
A dead tree, hanging, a rope that seems to be ready for me
A lake,
A black lake, vial and begrimed
A sky,
An angry sky, portraying my state of mind and what I wanted to leave behind
It’s thunder and red lights
Expanding my sight to what’s nearby
A mountain
I see a bright light flickering at its top peak, a door
Fearing what may come ahead as I climb my way
Nonetheless, there I had no plans to stay
Fear began to rise, adrenaline sparking up my veins
I took the risk and stepped out the door
I run
His laughter echoes
The ground begins to start cracking
Lights in the sky, dimming darker
I lose sight of the harrier
My heart becomes heavier
My path turns to a thin line “Stay standing”
Steadier
Steadier
I say to myself:
“Do not lose your balance through the line,
The knife he holds is fine”
It swings and swings
In front and behind
Cutting me as I walk
Tearing my being
I cry gold, it burns my veins
It gashes
Splashes
It stains
Seeing it drip off me makes him hungry
He traces the smell, I am left to run
A cry for help, echoing
I was just a child
A newfound angel, yet life was blue
Being born not knowing my innocence was at stake
A malevolent shadow standing upon me
I see him watching me grow, touching my hair while he moans
Leading me out of my home
Down a very leaden road
Blacking out my mind
Leaving me in a place confined
The feeling arose,
Noises became lauder and lauder
His laughs
His is a twisted nature
Ripping flesh for pleasure
Torture stars mellowing
The devil’s always a successor
His growl, you will never neglect it
Poisons you and makes you believe you crave it
In the end,
It knows no time and patiently baits
In your sleep he floats over your head
Smelling the fear scenting off your bed
He bites his tongue and grins
With one hand he serves you milk and dreams
With another he grazes your back with his claws
He grins
He grins
He wins
My first-time bleeding was dire
I froze, I could not feel pain
Yet, there It was, dripping
Time after time
Throughout the years
He used his strength
Twisting and breaking me
No other use but to be his pleasurable servant
He held every right to my body
Allowing me no freedom
Misguiding,
Deceiving,
My brain could not battle against him I fell through the vail and stayed there
I hid I hid I hid
My black tears falling through
Filling up the room
Choking and burning me
I could not think,
I could not speak,
I could not scream
In the real world I was only walking
Only a sleepless and tired body
Silently begging everyone around for help
They stared smiling, leaving me foggy
My eyes began to open slowly
A single dry tear was all that was left
My body scrapped from being dragged down the mountain
All the way at the bottom, there he stood nude
Ripped my clothes off and ripped my flesh through
No reaction from me, pain became my best friend
Deeper In my conscience I stayed
Avoiding
Ignoring
Afraid
Being told life is a masquerade
If that’s true, life Is filled with monsters
And I was their prey, I felt decayed
Years and years and I’m still not healed
This story will be my legacy
This story will be my justice
My enemies
My demons
Hell
Will all know the wrath of my fears
While my soul left to not feel the pain, I visited a place
Where darkness lives,
Where it fades
There I made a friend
A bigger creature
Whom handed me a dream
They asked me to live It
With all my force
With all my love
Now, I’m happier most days
I can dance and I can sing
And someday soon the world will remember me as king
On top of my shelf, I placed a pot
Sprinkled some seeds
Sprinkled some water
The sun shines on my peony’s
Reflecting on my face
Portraying my state of grace.
About the Creator
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ
Poetry that tingles your fingertips and sizzle's your veins through heavenly pain.
SHE/THEY - CUBAN - 24




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