With only Silence left
Burned, scorched, smoky fumes, charcoal
You threw me into the fire
and said watch, baby, watch
As you burned my attire
You burned me entirely
Scorched from head to toe
Leaving smoky fumes in the air
and charcoal on the floor
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I want my silence to be deafening
The empty space speaks volumes louder than when I was there
Holding your peace in place
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About the Creator
Tanya Lei
A poet, if nothing else.
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
From my mind, to yours.
https://www.instagram.com/soulpaintedart/
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Masterful proofreading
Zero grammar & spelling mistakes
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Fair Exchange, No Robberies
Dark Memoirs - Index There are at least two kinds of people in the world: those who write this half-arsed kind of intro to a story that looks to separate the rare and the norm, and those who realise it's an overused framing device and don't.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Chapters
Comments (2)
🤐❤️🔥Yaaas queen, Yaaasss 🙌🏾👏🏾👌🏾 You took the silence... That same technique you used in your last Top Story, and made it more clear, more effective in this one. 🤐❤️🔥This poem is the embodiment of strength. The poetic manifestation of calling your power back onto you. I like how we are told just how cruel this person was to the MC. Enough to throw her in a fire and almost... Taunt her. 🤐❤️🔥'Smoky fumes in the air and charcoal on the floor' love how these lines transition into each other. A perfect blend of imagery, even without a rhyme, it worked beautifully. I am glad the MC is no longer holding their peace in place. Time for them to fall under the weight of both guilt and pain. Outstanding work as always, Tanya 🤗 ❤️ 🖤
The imagery of fire and charred remnants conveys both physical and emotional devastation with striking intensity. Your metaphors linger long after reading.