CONFIDING, Poetry by Isabella Destrades

 Genres: Life, Reflection, Dreams, Introspection, Pain, Living, Contemplation.

 She laid down​
on the carpet in the ​
living room because​
she wanted to understand…​

It wasn’t that she didn’t ​
know what was happening​
or why she was feeling this way​
but she wanted to seek answers​
and consult the ceiling​
and the lightbulb ​
and the crack at the far​
left corner​
that had been there​
for as long as she could remember…​

There was so much she needed to know…​

But she laid there for too long​
and the ceiling grew too thin​
and she could see the stars peeking through​

As all of outside tried to come in​
and the ceiling faded into dust that consumed ​
her body as it lay against the fibers of the carpet​

She closed her eyes and started to whisper out​
towards whatever could hear her, or​
whoever happened to be listening to her at that time​

And images flooded her mind​
and took control​
of her body ​
and her will​
and her sense of self​

Images of knives being stabbed through her back​
as people laughed at her spasms and shrieks​
while others looked at her as if she were a specimen ​
under the glass of a microscope​

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She cried for help, but no one could hear her​

There were images of hands touching hands​
under the lust of the moon’s glow​
surrounded by damp soil and wildflowers​
that thrived upon the hearts of young lovers​

And she could somehow, make out the image of​
a school bus arriving, veiled in fog ​
and wet leaves​
and mud​
ready to take her to the schoolyard​
where all her worries and disappointments​
became her breaking point​
and the people she saw there​
were just tamed circus mice​
following a path she did not choose to go​

But she said to herself ​
“I have no choice,”​
and continued on with her day…​

Suddenly, her eyes open up​
as a microwave beeps and a child’s​
voice is heard shouting on the ​
television screen ​

And she realizes that the dust from the ceiling​
did not cover her body​

And the stars were nowhere to be seen​
(which disappoints her a bit)​

She stands up and looks at the clock​
and decides she should go to bed,​
for the lights shine back at her 1:26 a.m. ​
and that is the sensible thing to do​

She heads to her room​

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to take off her clothes​
and sleeps soundly​
hoping tomorrow ​
will be a better day…​

No one really understood her​

How her mind worked ​
and who she really was inside​
but everyone knew she had dreams​
and that was enough for them ​
to feel afraid…

 

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Reflection, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

She disappears as the dark abyss swallows her whole As she sits alone heart breaks with her soul filled with emotions

Genre: Dark, Death and Hurt

Reflection by Barbara Hunt

Darkness shadows and fear flash there jagged teeth towards her
She disappears as the dark abyss swallows her whole As she sits alone heart breaks with her soul filled with emotions
She looks at herself in the mirror and sees not herself but the dead girl smile back she shatters the mirror and drops to the floor uttering her name in the silence

 

 

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