This poem is written from an image prompt for #PromptsAndCircumstance a daily writing session set up by +Bliss Morgan on Google+. If you are a fellow Plusser, stop by and say “Hi!” and maybe read some of the submissions under the hashtag.
If you’s like to see the rough draft of this, I posted it online w/a pretty overlay of the universe. You can see it here at Instagram.com/deyanira.writes
Thanks for reading!
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I tremble in front of our truth. Our internal agony spills over dripping all over the floor. Searing pain at the center of us cauterizes almost instantly, yet never fully repairing each wound. I am paralyzed. You can’t keep still.
Breath stops at the tightening of your hands. My voice, I never thought to use. My strength did not match yours.
We should have parted ways when we had the chance.
Not because love fades between us.
Because you cannot protect me from your violence.
A fast beating heart is what I have. Careful not to speak of things when the glass is full. Only speaking when you’re sober, when you care and breathe me in.