Pleasure
The echo is familiar
A resounding hatred
Which bounces off of the surfaces within
A ping of sonar
Sent back to my brain
Reminding me that I am incomplete
Who do I believe myself to be
That I might have this normal thing
I let down my guard
In exchange for moments of pleasure
Afterwards filled with digust
Like the promises a kind man makes
To himself
In the shameful moments
Following weakness
I will not touch my niece again
A resounding hatred
Which bounces off of the surfaces within
A ping of sonar
Sent back to my brain
Reminding me that I am incomplete
Who do I believe myself to be
That I might have this normal thing
I let down my guard
In exchange for moments of pleasure
Afterwards filled with digust
Like the promises a kind man makes
To himself
In the shameful moments
Following weakness
I will not touch my niece again
Just WOW. To say anymore would be saying too much.
I just did.
Posted by
Jane |
6:07 PM
Oh my GOD! Jess, I'm speechless. You just took the words from my heart, my soul, my mind...
WOW!
Posted by
Brownie |
10:15 AM
Your writing is so powerful.
Miss you.
Posted by
Dawn Rossbach |
9:00 PM