Speaking Rules
A poem about going back in time, sort of.
If I could meet my younger self,
I'd punch her in the throat
And hope
That the pain would linger.
Maybe it would keep me
Silent.
Maybe I wouldn't spill
Pieces of myself into the gutter,
Into the satisfied narcissists,
The lovers of my future.
I should break my fingers,
While I'm at it,
And stop every one of those
Late night, hopeless, pathetic
Texts that have for so long
Made me suffer my own
Humiliation.
It is humiliating.
I shared too many words
Without ever realizing
There was a word count.
So if I could vanish backwards,
I would punch myself in the throat
And hope that the pain
Would scare me into silence.
Because then it would be
A choice.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (9)
The tension between voice and silence here is powerful. Turning silence into a choice rather than a punishment gives the ending real weight.
Choice. A pivotal, powerful word. Thank you!
Yes. The feeling of wanting to change the past and sharing too many words is relatable
Oh wow - we all wish we could change some things but you really laid it on the line so clearly!!❤️
Omgggg, I wish I can do that to myself too! This was soooo relatable!
Violence by our own hand still feels like more control than when it comes from others. ❤️
Wow. If I met my former self, I would hug and say, "you did good".
Ha! That first line woke me up. Nicely done!
Lol 😆 that first line struck me, but nice piece❤️